The Wigg

But I would really like
I must really beg
To use your former wigg

Because mine was stolen you see
Now I walk around boldly
I say a bald beautiful lady
Just doesn’t look right to me

So give me your wigg
Hand it over quick
Or I will curse you
And you shall be sick!

In this heavy mallet
You can hear a clock tick
So hand over the wigg NOW!

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Be Quite. No shouting allowed!