Little Little Red Riding Hood
He sees you, Red, sees you skipping rope
In your red hoodie and patched-up jeans.
Beware the Wolf, foresee his traps
He will find you all alone.
He wears a thousand grinning guises
Thin, portly, young, and old
All races, all sexes, and all sizes
To lead you to fire hand-held.
Do not drink from a bottle marked "Poison"
Truth can bite as freely as lies
Do not remove your shield of Crimson
Walk forward; look not behind.
Children lovers may be lovers of children
The better to eat you with, my sweet.
They have the flame to strike the kindling
In their smoke, you cannot breathe.
So have a care, my little Red
Listen to your Mother Dear
Trust no smiling lady, nor grinning lad
Lest they lead you to their lair.