Am I Pretty? 


She prowls the streets
Her mask hiding
The horrible truth.
Her prized possession
Is a pair of scissors.
Snip, snip.
Do not wander off.
She will find you.
Snip, snip.
“Am I pretty?”
Do not answer.
For if you do
Snip, snip
She’ll take those scissors
Snip, snip
And give you a smiling gash
Snip, snip
Snip, snip.