We're not all the sort that eat people, you know.
But I'll tell you just what I will do, my friend.
I'll make a nice suit for me out of your skin.
I'll zip up your belly and stare out your eyes,
and I'll smile with your teeth, for they're just the right size.
I'll wave with your hands, and I'll walk with your feet,
and I'll greet all your friends as I walk down your street.
And your skin will be loose, so it flaps all around,
and the people will scream, and that lovely sound
I'll hear through your ears, hanging loose on my head --
but you'll have to hear through my old ears instead.
I'll leave you my old skin. That's what I do.
If you stretch it out, then it just might fit you.
Except for the hands. And except for the feet.
And it's tight in the shoulders, and tight in the seat --
you'll see for yourself, soon enough. For I'm done.
I'll roll up your skin, like a shade in the sun --
A fresh, lovely skin! Oh, this never gets old.
Best put mine on now. Or else you'll catch cold."