He once had hair, it was a glorious mane
It caused all who'd seen it to stand in wonder
A day came about, an idea thought so great
To shave this lion of his beauty and splendor
He sought to shock, to confuse and to stagger
He chased recognition for his demeanor
His brashness and pride, the haste and the flurry
Led this poor lion cub to conclude a blunder
Little did he know, or did bother to think
The support he sought brought only endeavor
Like Samson the cub felt, with his strength no more
He could not understand thus went to ponder
To this humbled lion cub, out to him one called
One who loves and fulfills and knows hair's number
"Appearance matters not, nor others' regard;
Come close, find ease, my love for you won't wander."
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