Once upon a long ago
A child stalked the woods,
Hunting all the timberwolves,
For them, it was no good.
They ran at sight of little girl
Donned in blood-red hood,
Because their parents told them too,
The child cared less than should.
She’d call to them in honeyed tones,
Coax them through the woods,
Then pull out axe to kill them with,
Believe, it was no dud.
Until one wolf he took disguise
To trick red riding hood.
Her grandma was his face of choice,
And laid he did, not stood.
The girl did waltz into the room
Her hands coated in blood,
And slew the wolf without a thought
You’d think she’d misunderstood.
But know you all the girl was bad;
Kill us all if she could!
Be wolf, or man, or family
She’d create a killing flood.
And still she stalks that ancient realm,
That reddest of all woods,
Draped in cape of crimson hue
That damned red riding hood.
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