Scissors Scissors how I love thee
crafty person you release in me.
Until Miss Thing finds you in the closet waiting
Naughty deeds you didn't know you were participating.
A little snip here, a little snip there
Oh my goodness what've you done to your hair?
"I wanted it shorter" you tell me so sure
Well, worse could have happened. Maybe we'll call it couture.
Sweet Baby Girl, next time tell me what you're thinking
I'll take you in myself, there won't be so much squealing
I'm all about style, but we can do it without the drama.
Hugs and Kisses, Signed your loving Mamma