WHAT IS IT?





What is that ugly thing I see

Which follows, follows, follows me,

Which ever way I turn or go?

What is that thing? I want to know.



If I but turn to left or right

It does the same with all its might;

It looks so ugly and so black

When o'er my shoulder I look back.



Sometimes it runs ahead of me,

Sometimes quite short it seems to be,

And then again it's very tall;

I don't know what it is at all.



I'll climb into my little bed,

And on my pillow lay my bead,

For when I'm there I never see

That thing in front or back of me.





WHAT HAPPENED IN THE SNOW QUEEN'S PALACE AND AFTERWARDS WHAT THE FROST GIANTS DID TO NANNIE'S RUN facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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