I met a man who scratched his head
Like someone at a loss
And, when I asked him why, he said,
Shedding huge tears, “Ah Ross,
This dandruff is a dreadful thing,
The telltale signs offend;
They fall like snowflakes in the Spring.
Oh will it never end?
I’d rather be a Beduin
And sqat in an adobe
Than always stand in snow, a man
More miserable than Job.
Oh woe is me, oh misery,
How can I stop this slough?
Bury me in the cemetary,
My skin is coming off!”
He shed more tears and more white flakes,
Shaking his sorry head,
Till I replied: “For all our sakes,
I wish that you were dead.
Look all around you, see the world,
How well all things are made!
How can a skull just going bald
Put all that in the shade?
Open your soul, your heart, your eye,
Become a man of vision!
Love Nature and her works and buy
Something for your condition.”
Good enough for a joke.