Here is a silly poem about Bill's silly hair. Incidentally, I wonder if the shaggy hair and the fang were a bit of sly foreshadowing about his werewolf encounter...
Silly Hair
"Your hair is getting silly, dear,"
Said Molly to her son,
"And now that I have got you here...
Well, something must be done."
Bill snatched the scraggly strands away
And flashed a patient smile.
He said, "No thanks, Mum. Not today.
I'll keep it long a while."
"I like it," Ginny stoutly said.
"Your earring's wicked too."
"We'll get ours next," chimed George and Fred.
"We can now, thanks to you."
"Oh, no, you don't," chastised their mum.
"One problem at a time!
And, honestly, a fang? How come?"
Bill shrugged, "It's not a crime."
The rest of them seemed to agree,
So Molly held her tongue,
Recalling how it was to be
So frivolous and young.
But as the evening sky turned black
Around the Weasley lair,
She plotted a surprise attack
Upon his silly hair.
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