It’s a real relief to lose your head
So let that worry go.
No one expects a clever thread
To weave or knit or deftly sew
Its way into a smarter quilt
And no one knows you, by the why,
So drop that wormy guilt
And hold your neck up high.

Folks can’t believe you do anything at all!
They’re impressed if you get out of bed!
It’s loose, just let it fall!
More folks should lose their pretty head.
As you have likely guessed –
I know where my head is at
And, I’ll happily confess,
That’s the end of that.