My daughter prepared me fast to sleep.
She gave me this darling blanky!
It's a little itchy, truthfully be told,
because it's made of hair.

This good blanket has a lock of hair
that's poking me right over there!
I need to scratch it! Oh, quite so!
This good blanket is made from hair!
But it leaves me so itchy.

I don't know where it came from.
I did not buy this blanket for her.
I know that her mother didn't buy it,
And none of our family, too.

How did she get this blanket?
Why is it so itchy?
It's really poking me right over there.
Look at that lock of hair!

I think she brought it from outside one day.
Maybe it belonged to a neighbor, I'll say.
I think it probably didn't belong to an animal.
But what kind of hair is it made from?

I don't really know, 
but it doesn't smell like wool!
I don't really know, 
and I'm pretty sure it's not cat!

What kind of hair 
is this blanket made from? 
I want to know!
I want to know.

While I scratch that itch ---
Wait, I am growing hair!
I wasn't expecting that there!
Why am I growing hair?

Where did this come from? 
What's happening to me?
Where did this come from? 
Why can't I see?

There's hair! 
There's hair! 
Everywhere.