My Hair

My hair is so long,

Sometimes, I wonder why,

I do not cut it shorter…

Then, I see the tie.

There is no greater treasure,

Besides my eyes and nose and feet,

Then shaking my hair all around

And watching the ends meet.

A ponytail here.

A braid is there.

My hair is absolutely everywhere!

And though short would be cute,

And long is a hassle,

I love my dear hair,

Especially when it looks like a castle.