: A Book For Kids

I'd like to be a barber, and learn to shave and clip,

Calling out, "Next please!" and pocketing my tip.

All day I'd hear my scissors going, "Snip, Snip, Snip;"

I'd lather people's faces, and their noses I would grip

While I shaved most carefully along the upper lip.

But I wouldn't be a barber if . . .

The razor was to slip.

Would you?