Oh, dear, Bryn. Your wonderful filkage has inspired 
me to follow in a similiar vein but in a much less 
skilled manner. Everybody run now...

Away Goes the Good Hair
to the tune of "Away in a Manger"

Away goes the good hair
For floof we all mourn
Our dear sainted Scully
Is tragically shorn.
The fans in TV land
Look down where it falls
The Hair Arc concludes with
Our heartbroken squalls.

Our Scully ignores all
Her pains and her aches
With hands faintly trembling
A towel she takes.
She covers her sweet head
To our shouts of dismay -
Her soul has been murdered
For her crime she should pay.

Our poor tortured Scully
We cannot redeem
She's lost our respect and
Our highest esteem.
A part of her essence
Will never come back -
Her honour departed
With that first scissor hack.

Skull
Especially dumb today

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