Iurat capillos esse, quos emit, suos
Fabulla, numquid illa, Paule, peierat?
Dear Fabulla's prepared to swear
What's on her head is her own hair.
And, Paulo, since she bought it, I
Am doubtful whether that's a lie.
Thanks to Michael Witbrock for pointing this out.
This is part of the collection Verses for the Information Age by Ernest Davis