The hair folk of Havana Town
Collecting their bottle caps and goose down
Running combs and brushes through their hair
Looking ravishing with a frown
The clippings of the barber's floor
The snarls collected on a brush
Stray wispy strands on a baby's pillow
Gather together in the morning hush
Till gathered together
It forms a little person
Body squishy and snarly
Legs and arms bristly and gnarly
Wispy baby fuzz on top
In a Fonzi 'do
The epitome of cool
To run amongst the forgotten things
Strewn in alleyways and mansion wings
Collections of pull tabs and kite strings
Sorted so carefully
By size shape and color
To coo and covet over
Small scraps of mirror
Assembled in a mad disco ball
Not hanging
Not spinning
Just for looking
For poofing and poking
For adding volume and glamour
To the small hair folk of Havana
Collecting their bottle caps and goose down
Running combs and brushes through their hair
Looking ravishing with a frown
The clippings of the barber's floor
The snarls collected on a brush
Stray wispy strands on a baby's pillow
Gather together in the morning hush
Till gathered together
It forms a little person
Body squishy and snarly
Legs and arms bristly and gnarly
Wispy baby fuzz on top
In a Fonzi 'do
The epitome of cool
To run amongst the forgotten things
Strewn in alleyways and mansion wings
Collections of pull tabs and kite strings
Sorted so carefully
By size shape and color
To coo and covet over
Small scraps of mirror
Assembled in a mad disco ball
Not hanging
Not spinning
Just for looking
For poofing and poking
For adding volume and glamour
To the small hair folk of Havana
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