There once was a man from the past
Who wanted to grow a mustache
With bristles on his chin
The man could never win
His facial hair was simply out classed
Although he couldn’t grow facial hair
The man still did care
He tied his bow tie
And threw on some tie-die
Running out to play truth or dare
When running to play the day away
He tripped and fell there he did stay
A cut on his knee
He got stung by a bee
He didn’t get up tell the very next day
