by Paul Wilkinson Lion and Albert Little, blue-eyed Rose Sinclair, Stood quietly by the barber's chair While Mr. Fairclough trimmed the hair Of Rose's father, sitting there. And as she stood, she slowly ate A bar of creamy choco-late Her favourite milky 'Twinkle' bar Bought earlier, by dear Papa. 'Don't stand so close' the barber frowned As clippings tumbled all around 'Cos' standing there, the chances are You'll get hairs on your chocolate bar!' But little Rose, a shy young child Just snuggled up to Pa and smiled So Mr. Fairclough, in dismay Continued cutting anyway. And when he 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!!!'
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