Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time,
Red Riding Hood went riding.

Once upon a time,
a grandma was organising.

Once upon a time,
a mother did not stop her.

Once upon a time,
a wolf got one step closer.

 

You were foolish to wander,
through the big and tall, dark forest.

You were foolish to wander,
with your hood pulled over your chest.

You were foolish to wander,
when the full moon glints on the breast.

You were foolish to wander,
off the path – into the beast’s nest.

 

You or I would know that:
a wolf is to be feared.

You or I would know that:
a man is to be feared.

But would you or I know that:
She was to be feared?

Would you or I know that:
Grandma was who she feared?

 

The big, bad wolf came,
towards Red Riding Hood.

The big, bad wolf came,
whilst Granny dear, stood.

The big, bad wolf came,
jaw wide, spittle gleaming.

The big, bad wolf came,
‘til over Hood he was leaning.

 

The wolf pushed down Red Riding Hood,
into the ground, onto a  mound.

The wolf stole Red Riding Hood,
Granny, my pet, you didn’t even frown!

Poor little Hood is lost for good;
the wood cutter’s hand is crowned.

Look out for two wolves – you should,
She’s vengeful  whilst you’re around.

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