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Our Granddad bought a toupee
     Meant to hide his balding spot.
In winter it was snug and warm
     But in summer it was hot.

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It caused his head to itch a lot,
    Which drove him almost mad,
But he wouldn’t take it off outside
      And this was rather sad.

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The situation was so bad
     That he groaned at everyone.
He was miserable, quite fretful 
     And he didn’t have much fun.

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As soon as he returned back home,
     He’d take it from his head:
'My life is good without this thing,'
      Is what poor Granddad said.

 

He sat out in his garden seat;
     His work was all complete.
He had a yawn and shut his eyes
     And quickly fell asleep.

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His head dropped forward on his chest;
    The toupee did as well.
Then Mac, his terrier dog, arrived 
      And discovered a strange smell.

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He pounced upon the toupee
     For he thought it was a rat.
'I’ll not have rats at my home -
     So I’ll soon dispose of that!'

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He held the toupee in his jaws 
    And shook with all his might,
And Granddad’s feeling happier now
      Without an itch in sight.

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