"You are old, Father Amos," young Rapaire said,
"And your hair is exceedingly sparse,
But you tear out madly in chunks and in beds,
And replace it with pieces of gorse."

"In my youth," quoth the Old Man, "that I never would do
For I knew it would injure my pate
But now I settle on with strong glue
And hope that the fumes will abate."