Indeed, indeed I do!
He has no hair upon his head,
But neither, Sir, have you!
"But his will grow, it will, I know,
As soon as he is big,
But yours will never grow—and so
You'd better buy a wig!"
"Wh—at!" screamed King Theodore furiously, and Notta, dropping the handkerchief baby, noticed for the first time that the King's head was entirely bald. Bob Up was holding himself together and smiling into his collar.
"Shocking!" coughed Adora, looking at the clown through her eye glasses.
"I was singing about Slammer," gulped Notta, noting in an instant that the chief doorman was bald too. "Now just let me tell you a little joke. There was once a triangular pig, who could dance a triangular jig, and—"