A Cautionary Tale

Younaughty girl Red Riding Hood To wander in the undergrowth When knowing that you really should Not stray but keep the path that's good Granny and you, two sillies both Why ever did you choose to wear That scarlet hood, yes, it's to blame To snap you up, so plump, so fair And now he's dead, which is a shame A woodsman happened on the way Garrotted wolf, popped in a sack Of hessian, blood-stained and gray He rescued you and gran. Hooray! Red letter in the almanac A dreadful tale I'll not deny But little girls who leap the fence Must learn to look out sharp or die (for snares are ticklish to untie) Each action has its consequence