At seventeen, young Holly’s on a mission, Perfecting fades with barbering ambition. With clippers buzzing, comb held high, She’s chasing dreams and aiming for the sky. She’s up and at it, working hard each day, No shortcut’s ever tempted her away. She sweeps the floor, she learns the trade, And somehow still keeps everyone amazed. A ray of sunshine? That’s putting it mild, She’s got enough energy to power a child! A bundle of joy with a laugh so loud, You’d hear her before you’d spot her in a crowd. Her clients sit down looking rough as can be, Then leave thinking, “Wow, is that really me?” Though every now and then a practice cut’s a fright, She’ll blame the clippers and laugh all night! She’s got big dreams and a heart of gold, A hundred funny stories already told. And if hard work were money, it’s fair to say, Holly would’ve retired by yesterday! So here’s to Holly, cheerful and bright, Making bad hair disappear overnight. A future top barber, that’s plain to see, Just don’t ask for a mullet… unless it’s free!
