Red Riding Hood

The little girl was dressed in white,

All white from head to toe,

Apart from a long red riding hood,

That hung on her shoulders, like so.

On that glorious Saturday morn,

She pulled her white socks high,

She grabbed her basket from the side,

And headed out under the bright blue sky.

She skipped and skipped all through the wood,

Her wicker basket filled with cakes,

She was heading to her grandmother's,

To play board games involving ladders and snakes.

She didn't know she was being followed,

By a giant furry wolf,

With pointy ears and sharp teeth,

Who wanted something from Hood.

He stopped her when she reached the river,

The waters rushing just before her,

"Where are you going?" The wolf kindly asked.

"I'm going to see my grandmother."

"And what's in the basket?" the wolf enquired,

Pointing to what she was holding.

"Cakes," she said, "and they're not for you.

Steal one and I'll give you a scolding."

The wolf let the little girl pass,

His stomach growling with hunger.

"I would chase after her," He said,

"If only I was younger..."

She carried on skipping through the wood,

As happy as can be,

But had to come to a sudden stop,

When she came across a fallen tree.

Once again, the wolf appeared,

Big white teeth on show,

"Give me one of those cakes," He said,

"and I'll move the tree and let you go."

"Why won't you just go away?"

Hood asked him with a scowl.

"These cakes are not for you, grey wolf,

Go on, get lost – go howl!"

The wolf sulked away again,

As Hood climbed over the tree,

But then he suddenly got an idea,

That made him smile with glee.

Hood arrived at her grandmother's house,

The basket still safe in her hands,

"I'm here, grandma," Hood said, aloud,

And put the basket by the pots and pans.

"I'm in here!" said a voice, from the small bedroom,

And Hood followed it curiously,

"Hello grandma," Hood greeted them,

"It's Hood, your granddaughter – it's me!"

But as she entered the small bedroom,

With the giant grandfather clock,

Hood looked at the figure who lay in bed,

And they gave her quite a shock.

For there was the wolf tucked under the covers,

Wearing her grandmother's clothes,

A pink night cap was placed on his head,

A pair of glasses perched on his nose.

"You stupid wolf! I know it's you!"

Hood yelled in her anger.

"Take off those clothes and get out of bed!

And tell me where's my grandmother!"

"She's safe," the wolf said with a smile,

"I put her in the closet.

All I want is one little cake,

Please let me, let me have it."

"No!" Hood said, "Not after what you did!"

Helping her grandmother out of the cupboard,

"But please!" the wolf begged, "please!

As a sweet little girl, I thought you would."

"No," Hood said, for a second time,

"But why?" the grey wolf begged,

"You're allergic to nuts, aren't you?

They'll make your paws go red."

The wolf stood there, all dressed in pink,

In pink from head to toe,

"Oh," the wolf said sadly,

"You should have told me – I didn't know."