To the hairdresser I flew,
“Sir,” said he, “that’s nothing new,
Try our ostrich marrow grease,
Try it, and your fretting cease;”
So I did, and next was seen
With my hair a light pea green.
Don’t dye your hair, &c.
Next day, alas! ’twas dirty pink,
Then the colour of red ink;
Next ’twas purple, then ’twas blue,