That went from his waist to his shoulders
He had a wife of fourteen years
And she loved for him to hold her
She said he keeps her nice and warm
No matter the season of yearWith a coat of natural down
Always soft and warm and near
It grew so long and round his belly
He no longer wore a shirt
It grew even longer year after year
And it much resembled a skirt
Soon his back hair was long enough
For both he and his wife to go bare
They always stayed together
As they walked from here to there
They had one kid and then another
It became a family affair
They were the closest family about
And all because of back hair
No one's seen the Mac-Nairs
In five or six years or so
But on occasion a mass of hair
Rolls by when the wind does blow
