Would offer the use of a brush and a comb.
He said (and what reason for doubting the tale?)
The very best brush is the breath of a gale,
While as to the comb—seek a better, in vain,
Than jolly good torrents of tropical rain.
So all round the world (and no cruise did he miss)
That singular sailor looked something like this.
This was the other one
There once was a sailor who lavished with care