Oh Mustache, My Mustache


Mustache, oh Mustache
You rest above my lips
Trimmed and perfect with curly tips

Mustache, oh Mustache
In the Fall, when the skies are gray and the leaves turn brown
It’s you mustache that saves me from a frown

In the Summer, when the heat burns all day
You shade my chin from the sun’s intense rays

In the Winter, when the snowflakes fall
It’s you mustache that keeps me warm most of all

And in the Spring, when the flowers start to bloom
It’s you that guides me to their sweet perfume


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