Don't you worry Bob,
you'll learn to love that beautiful beard.
And as you do,
you will be sent out into the world new.
You will find a god job,
but just as you feared
they will say, "You're hired!
As long as you're willing to shave that facial attire."
Then you will wait many years to retire,
and finally be able to say hello to that friend you so admire.
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