Woke up this morning feeling fine
Losing my hair, was the last thing on my mind
I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day
After climbing out of the comfy bed in which I did lay.

I brushed my teeth, flossed them twice,
Washed my face until it shone so bright.
Combing my hair in a trance,
Until I noticed something odd with a glance.

I combed it to the left and to the right,
I knew that something wasn’t quite right.
A strand was missing, I cried in despair,
What will become of my beautiful hair?

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, trying to find
Was it really gone; would I lose my mind?
I checked again, with a nervous plea,
Counting silently… one hair less…now I only have three.