My friend

Billy a rebellious child, in the classroom drove the teachers wild, always fiddling with a toy
Defiant of authority trouble his priority his unruly long hair badge of his dissident joy
One day he crossed the line, of his hair he made a shrine so no one could see him sleeping
The teacher upset the principal did get, deciding that his locks were ripe for reaping
No more if and or, his hair must be cut before he could come back to school
He went home that night and the next morning bright he played them all for a fool
Everyone did stare for he had cut his long hair, leaving it in a Mohawk
In his compliance he showed his defiance leaving the teacher and principal with no talk
Madder than before they sent him out the door, Indian heritage I have said he
Not wanting him to believe, thinking he sought to deceive, your pedigree we want to see
The next day he had shaved it all away and like a bedpost had waxed his head
Told that he must wear a toupee the very next day came back with a clown wig that was red
The teacher having enough went to fisticuffs, right between the rows
Grabbed by his tie teacher got a black eye fending off blows sporting a bloody nose
Through the ranks Billy rose now between each docile doze peaceful poetry he does compose