35. The barber

I'd like to be a barber,

And learn to shave and clip,

Calling out, 'Next please!'

And pocketing my tip.

All day you'd hear my scissors

Going, 'Snip,Snip, Snip!'

I'd lather people's faces,

And their noses I would grip

While I shaved them all

Most carefully along the upper lip.

But I'd hate to be a barber

   If the razor was to slip.

        Wouldn't you?

                             C. J. Dennis