Once upon a time one day,
Or so the old time stories say,
A girl was walking through the wood,
Her name Little Red Riding Hood.
To grandmas house was on her way,
Cutting through the woods that day.
But some troubles there had been,
When stalking her a wolf she’d seen.
So Riding Hood ran off her socks,
And soon ran in to Goldilocks,
Who had been given quite a scare,
By three annoyed and hungry bears.
Onward went they side by side,
Running did they for their lives.
Thinking they’d be safe inside,
Grandma’s house where they could hide.
But Grandma’s house was not so safe,
A shortcut there the wolf did take.
And there he stood on Grandma’s stairs,
Along side three angry brown bears.
To the neighbours the girls did flee,
Thinking there that safe they’d be.
The little house there made of twigs,
Belonged to one of three small pigs.
I wont go in to detail,
But I think it’s safe to say,
The little house did not hold up,
And there they could not stay.
So farther through the woods they ran,
Until they could but hardly stand,
They saw a house, the roof bright red,
The walls made out of gingerbread.
And running from the house in flames,
A boy and girl with German names.
They’d nearly met a gruesome fate,
As lunch upon a witch’s plate.
So struck them there then did a plan,
To free them from the plight at hand,
For they would lure the witch outside,
Just as the bears and wolf arrive.
The bears and wolf and witch would fight,
The kids and pig slipped out of sight.
No longer foes they then did dread,
And dined they did on gingerbread.