While you sleep and you snooze,
he winds and he screws,
he gnarls and knottles and twists
your hair in his teeth and his fists,
your hair into lots of tight knots.
You wake in the morning a mess,
your hair like a tangled bird’s nest,
and he watches with snickers and giggles
while you snag your hair out of squiggles,
your hair full of lots of tight knots.