The Girl With the Red Hood

Don’t go down that long dark path
Tempting as it is, you will find no greatness
Just like her, you will feel the forest’s wrath
So don’t be confused by the path’s false straightness

Her grandmother had fallen quite ill
So off with goodies to cure her she went
Not far did she go before the air caught a chill
And the path broke, into a fork it bent

Mother had warned her spitefully
But she could not remember
That one path would purr delightfully
But, it held a toothy chauffeur

His grin was quite scary
And his fur quite glossy
But his tone was quite merry
Though his temper quite saucy

So don’t go into the deep dark forest
And don’t listen to the wolf who speaks of glory
Don’t go into the deep dark forest
But, if you must, you shall endure quite the story

The wolf spoke of fame
The wolf spoke of fortune
She shouldn’t have played his game
For it ends with quite the misfortune

He gave her some flowers
And accompanied her on the path
Convincing her he had powers
That could protect her from the forest’s wrath

They arrived at the small stone hut
Warm and homely as it should be
Until down she went into the wolf’s gut
He wouldn’t listen to a single plea

So there Grandmother lay in her bed
And the wolf’s jowls dripped
As he swallowed her head
And down his throat she slipped

So don’t go into the deep dark forest
And don’t listen to the wolf who speaks of glory
Don’t go into the deep dark forest
But, if you must, you shall endure quite the story

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