Little Rose

Little blue eyed Rose Sinclair,Stood shyly by the barber's chairWhile Mr. Fairclough trimmed the hairOf Rose's father, sitting there.And as she stood, she slowly ateA bar of creamy choco-lateHer favourite milky 'Twinkle Bar'Bought earlier, by dear Papa."Don't stand so close" the barber frownedAs clippings tumbled all around"'Cos' standing there, the chances areYou'll get hairs on your chocolate bar!"But little Rose, a shy young childJust snuggled up to Pa and smiledSo Mr. Fairclough, in dismayContinued cutting anyway.And when he'd finished father's head,He turned to little Rose and said"Have you got hairs on your 'Twinkle' then?""Not yet", said Rose... "I'm only ten!!!"