Oh, gray hair
I hate you so
Every morning in the mirror
I'm reminded you're my foe
I think about pulling you out
But I stop and think
Where one once was
Three more will sprout
It's simply not fair
That among my chestnut hair
One gleaming silver strand
Can give such an awful glare
The solution is at hand
I shall not further linger
Red dye will silence thee
I shall simply go ginger
Forevermore
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