Vivienne Vance had very long hair
that hung down so far, people often would stare.
It dragged on the floor, as she walked through the room.
She many times used it instead of a broom.
"Please wash it," the mother would beg her in vain,
but Vivi found washing to be such a pain.
She wasn't well-liked by the kids at her school.
They called her bad names and acted quite cruel.
At lunch, all the boys would wait for their chance
to step on the hair of poor Vivienne Vance.
The girls would then giggle and begin to make fun.
Poor Vivi had no friends, not a single one.
So Vivi began to talk to her hair,
the only thing near that seemed likely to care.
Her hair picked up dirt and the trash on the ground.
It began picking up whatever it found.
In fact, it began to act on its own -
then came the day Vivi first heard it groan!
Vivienne turned to see who was there
and saw there was no one around but her hair.
She picked up her hair, all matted and black.
She peered at her hair and her hair peered right back!
"Are you alive?" she asked it in fright.
Her hands trembled slightly, her skin turned pale white.
"Do not be alarmed," the hair kindly replied.
"I'll be your best friend. I'll be on your side."
So Viv and her hair resolved right there and then
no matter what, they'd remain always friends.
The next day before school, Viv explained to her hair
that her schoolmates were mean and life wasn't fair.
The hair replied, "You let me worry with them.
They seem rather silly. They seem rather dim."
So Vivienne Vance and her hair went to school
and right away someone made Vivi the fool.
Freddy O'Shane, with a devilish grin,
Wrinkled his forehead and rubbed at his chin.
Then he took a GREAT leap and he jumped in the air
and landed right down on top of her hair.
Poor Vivienne cried and massaged her poor head,
but her hair was quite bent on destroying cruel Fred.
It followed him down the crowded hallway.
It wrapped round his ankles and held him at bay.
And then it moved up and squeezed round his chest,
and whispered so softly, "O'Shane is a pest."
And then it moved on and wrapped round his neck
And Freddy O'Shane was a nervous wreck.
"Now, tell her you're sorry," it said in his ear.
"And say it quite loud for the whole school to hear."
And Freddy O'Shane yelled as loud as he could,
"I'm so sorry, Vivi. From now on, I'll be good."
And the hair then released him and fell to the floor
and Freddy ran screaming right out the school door.
And the rest of the day, no one bothered the girl.
In fact, the whole day was kind of a whirl.
In the hallway, the kids would get out of her path.
They gave her their treats and they helped her with Math.
And Vivienne knew that her hair was the one
that helped to make school time so happy and fun.
And Vivi, so pleased with her best, only friend,
she failed to acknowledge an alarming new trend.
The hair was not happy to simply scare Fred.
It was fairly convinced he'd be better off dead.
And Viv turned a blind eye, when behind her back;
the hair found a white-handled knife in a sack,
concealed in the sand, right next to the slide
and Vivienne's hair was a great place to hide
something so secret as a white-handled blade,
but neither saw Ed Bologna as he played.
And neither the hair, nor Vivienne Vance,
watched little Ed as he stole a quick glance.
When evening appeared, to bed Viv had to go.
Her hair saw its chance and it started to grow!
And that night, as Vivienne went off to sleep,
her hair opened the window and started to creep...
It crept down the driveway and then down the road,
across cars and streetlights and grass, freshly mowed,
and into the bedroom of Freddy O'Shane
and the knife nestled nicely inside of his brain.
And Vivienne Vance awoke in a fright,
when the hair ambled back in the dark, musty night.
"What have you done?" she asked her dear friend,
who vindictively answered, "I'd loose ends to mend"
and Viv understood what she had to do.
She turned on the water; a warm bath she drew.
And Vivienne Vance began washing her hair
and it gasped in the water, "Please, give me some air!"
But Vivienne Vance, with a resolve newly found,
continued to wash, til her hair at last...
Drowned.
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