Casey at the nipple hair

So I was going to write a long epic poem about this terrible tragedy, but that sounded like a lot of work, so I just ripped off the last stanza of another poem:

"Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,
but there is no joy in Des Moines, for Tim's nipple hair has fallen out."

Yes, it's true. And it's very sad. But that's life. Fear not, my friends. It will grow back and yea verily I say unto thee, it will grow to be longer than it ever was. For that is the way of the eternal nipple hair. It always returns.

Now if you'll excuse me, Middle Earth is not going to save itself.