Helen Harrison's "Hat"

Helen Harrison suddenly stopped
The habit of washing her hair
She cleaned, she swept, and she mopped
Just never washed her hair

Her clothes were clean
Her fingernails, too
But she wasn't keen
To change her hair-do

'Twas one tangled mess
Covered in dust
She couldn't care less
That wash it she must

A bird made a nest
Another one, too
They thought it the best
Home and hair-do

She didn't mind
and made friends with the birds
They were quite kind
It wasn't absurd

With their little beaks
They tidied her hair
It took many weeks
But their job was quite fair

Now the birds' nest
Blends in quite well
It looks like the rest
of hats people sell