Little Red Riding Hood skipped through the wood,
With a basket for her grandmother filled with food.
But she didn't know something was in the dark,
With eyes like the sun and teeth like a shark.
The beast stalks her, as silent as a mouse,
Till she arrives at her Grandmothers' house.
The wolf sneaks in the window and swallows Grandma in one,
He puts on her dress, and ties his hair in a bun.
"She'll never know the difference" he whispers, with menace in the air,
Poor Little Red, the grandmothers dead, now he's after her heir.
There's a knock on the door and a giggle of glee,
"Come in" says the wolf "I'm waiting for tea!"
In comes Little Red, so fragile and small,
But she seems to notice no difference at all.
Stupid Little Red, don't you notice the fur?
"Come closer, my dear" said the wolf, with a purr.
Slowly comes Little Red with caution in mind,
Slowly she comes, one step at a time.
"Grandma, what happened to your ears?"
"All the better to hear you with, my dear."
"But grandma your eyes are huge, they scare me a bit."
"All the better to see you with now come here and sit."
"And your teeth are so sharp" Her voice filled with fear.
"What did you say? I can't hear you, come near."
However Little Red stayed where she was,
The wolf tore off the dress and leapt onto its paws.
Little Red didn't move, was she frozen in shock?
She didn't tremble or cough, she didn't gasp or talk.
The wolf smiled in pleasure and gave a throaty laugh,
He wondered if she'd taste like lamb, or like calf.
Little Red smiled back at the wolf, oh why won't you run!?
The wolf stared in confusion as she pulled out a gun.
'Bang' goes the trigger and down goes the beast.
Now she's a killer instead of the feast.
She takes out a knife and skins him from his head to his toes,
Now Little Red has a wolf skin coat to take wherever she goes.