The hare goes pretty fast
Running throughout the everglades
Wonder how long it can last
Before it’s stamina begins to fade

Sorry, what I meant to say
Is that my hair grows pretty fast
I get it all cut neatly one weekend
Then when just two measly weeks pass
It’s grown down to my lower back end
And now I’ve got a hairy ass
To be fair, it’s quite akin to grass
But much unlike the hare
My hair’s stamina will not last
My diagnosis is terminal
But it’s (probably) not cancer I’ve got
It’s just the passage of time
That persists on making me rot
The fate of baldness runs
Along my paternal lineage you see
And run along it shall
Because I hereby predict
That by the time I turn thirty
My every last follicle will have hit the ground
Falling gently like a feather
Not making even a single sound

The passage of time destroys indiscriminately
The passge of time destoys indisciminately
The pasge of time dstoys indsciminatly
The pge of time dsys indsimatly
This page of time dies instantly
The time has come