A little red thread
From a snug red scarf
One I held close, or did it, me?

A little red thread
Stuck out pretty sore
Peering and pricking and nagging
Like a thorn from a rose

I tugged a bit
For how bad could it be
I would still have the scarf
And warm it would keep me

But once I started pulling,
I would not stop, and stop I could not,
Soon I had eaten through half,
And it ate my heart out

Cross-legged, hanging in shame
I sat as the tears rolled.
Left with a bundle of yarn
Shivering out in the cold.