Thousands of us all around you.
We protect you all the time,
Yet you treat us badly...
You burn us in public buildings
to make you seem better;
You try to make us straight,
but most of us refuse usually;
When we are dead, you are pleased.
Yet, when we are gone, you are sad.
What are we?
I totally think it's hairs! It IS all around us, protecting our head.
The burn part refers to curling irons or blow dryers or straighteners, etc.
All hair is dead, so the reason we're pleased is because we simply have some on our head. But not when all hair is gone. Unless it's by choice of course. ;)
Edited on June 4, 2004, 2:08 pm
Solution :)
