Christiane Cegavske

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Beetles, beetles, pins and needles . Cut my cups in two ............... Kitty cat claws have lost their sting Fishies filed with glue Run away, run away ................. I looked down in the well .......... The frog is ground into the dirt .... The river starts to swell Beetles, beetles, pins and needles Scarlet roses too ................ Thorns are strung around my neck . My cheeks are turning blue Run, run, run away ................ The bats have rung the bell .......... I thread my needle with your eyes . And follow you to hell		Little scissors cutting At my veins like thread To sew my flowers to my dress I'll wear when I am dead

Beetles, beetles, pins and needles . Cut my cups in two ............... Kitty cat claws have lost their sting Fishies filed with glue

Run away, run away ................. I looked down in the well .......... The frog is ground into the dirt .... The river starts to swell

Beetles, beetles, pins and needles Scarlet roses too ................ Thorns are strung around my neck . My cheeks are turning blue

Run, run, run away ................ The bats have rung the bell .......... I thread my needle with your eyes . And follow you to hell

Little scissors cutting

At my veins like thread

To sew my flowers to my dress

I'll wear when I am dead