The Santa Clarista

The Santa Clarista
Mommy’s new hairdo
Was done by her son
When he was just two

Baby pulled her hair
He smooshed it up and up
And pushed it to a pile
That looked just like a cup

Mommy sat and smiled
As her son fixed her hair
He yanked a bit too hard
And to her eyes, brought a tear

When baby was done
Mommy’s mirror was nearby
The Santa Clarista
Was a hairdo three feet high!