Samson's dilemma

Samson's dilemma,

by Walter and George Talbott

Samson was a wand'ring gent

who fled the job of management

Samson was a kindly fellow

to his friends he said Hello

but his boss was mean and rude

always giving sammy 'tude

So one wintry day

when Samson was feeling less than gay

He gathered his stuff up in a sack

he rolled up his sleeves and yanked up his slacks

Boss, my boss I am leaving post haste

Your business is good, but your life is a waste

Your hair is too short and your eyes are funny

You are so greedy all you care for is money

I have had enough I will never return

The bridge behind me I will gladly burn!

The next time I see you, you'll be in an urn

and with that, he strode out the door

he went to the barber's store

He thought to himself the world will be mine

if I cut my hair and give my shoes a shine

He knew not the fate that lay before him

He knew not the power of his mullet

God cried that day and swallowed his gullet

Samson my boy your hair!

Great power comes from there!

Lose your locks, lose your strength!

You need all of your fabulous length!

Every barber worldwide

felt something strange stir inside.

Who would cut such a glorious doo?

How did the scissors pierce their way through

Samson bellowed fear not my fellows

I am still strong and supple

look at that pillar

I will smash it

look at that mountain

I will trash it

He tried with all of his might 

to break the pillar to topple the mountain

but all that came of the fight

was a sad sad sight

Samson the man was now Samson the fountain

tears were streaming across his face

I must flee, I must flee this place

he yelled he shrieked but no one would listen

the poor fellow no longer glistened

The poor fellow was just a man, 

even though he had a sweet tan