Dear Lord, I'm not complaining, At least, I hope, not much; But since you've made the crippled walk Without the aid of crutch: -- And given sight unto the blind -- Well, I've a small request! It means so very much to me; I'm sure it's for the best. But couldn't you just let me have -- (You can't, I'm so afraid!) A lovely, long and shining curl, In place of this old braid? |