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 think the answer is hair

We have thousands of them all around us that protect us from cold, yet you color it, perm, it iron it blow dry it(burning in public places) to make yourself look better. we comb hair to make it straight. Hair is dead anyway, and when it's gone we are certainly sad.

Posted by Chad on 2004-06-02 16:04:49