Bilbo

To be free finally

Cuz when you make me cut my hair 

I feel as though my head were bare

It just seems so unfair

Sadly, I saw what you did to Patty

How can you not feel badly

When you've shaved him like a sheep

Your dress code is so old

And we're told to fit the mold

Have we sold our own souls?

When you make me buy new clothes

Because my favorite ones have holes

How does this train me for my future goals?

Or is it against the church 

To have rips in my shirts?

Who does it hurt?

So Bilbo, don't you know

The visibility of my face at lunch time

Is in no way related to my own ability 

In the class room or my mind

So please don't judge me or my worth

Based on the condition of my hair

What would Saint John say if he knew?

Yeah, if only he were aware

Of all the emphasis on appearance that goes on here