They call her little red.

As the story goes her granny was sick in bed.

She decided to go for a visit that day.

Help granny's sickness go away.

She packed up soup and fresh baked bread.

As she begin to walk, she decided to take a shortcut instead.

She wandered out deep in the woods up ahead.

Her mother warned she should stay on the road.

The woods were dim.

The woods were dark.

She heard the bay of a wolf close by.

She hurried regretting she took this way.

Red decided she better run.

Her heart begin to race with fear.

That wolf was approaching near.

He ran so fast catching up to her at last.

The wolf anticipating his delicious prey.

Ravenously hungry from not eating all day.

Red tried to run.

She screamed.

She cried.

Oh how desperately she tried to hide.

Granny never got a visitor that day.

She couldn't keep that fever away.

Red wasn't the only one that died that day.

The towns men hunted high and low.

The wolf was never found.

Only a shredded bloody cape lay on the ground.

They rushed to Granny's, beat down the door.

When they went in, they discovered granny was no more.

This is the tragic story of little red.

Her and granny now both dead.

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