Farewell, Fair Mustache

Goodnight, my sweet angel
Rest now, my love
You’ll be watched over
By Jesus above
And, as you sink into
The sweetness of sleep
Know that your daddy’s love
Runs just as deep
You lived on my face
Since you were first born
Catching my tears
And occasionally corn
Though my lip may be bare
My soul is quite lush
Farewell, fair mustache
And this tiny brush
And these clippers
And this beard oil
And this backup beard oil
And—
(Crying in the background)
(spoken)
Dammit. Evelyn! Can you comfort Hebby? I’m with my baby