Oh, scissors bright of rosy hue,
What has that woman done with you?
Does she not know the pain she breeds
When she trifles with my simple needs?
Oh, scissors red with blades that shine,
Searched long I have in hopes to find
You resting safe in a sheltered place,
Returning a smile to my sad face.
Oh, scissors lost that cut so well,
Like your kin the pruners by the company Fel,
She laid you down I know not where
So I mourn you now in deep despair.