Run, Little Red.
Don't let him get ahead.
In your cloak of scarlet,
you're his perfect target.
One long howl-
You know he's on the prawl.
Save your innocence.
He will be here in an instant.
But you're unknown
To the dangers that roam.
Crick-crack!
What was that?
Poor, Little One'
What has he done?
Now you lay
Limp on the forest floor,
Stained the color of blood
By the eyes bore.
Poor, Little Red.
He ripped you to shreds.
If you're ever in the forest
And you see a flash of scarlet/
Don't you fret.
It's only Little Red.
She will raise her head
And howl her mournful cry.
Oh, but be weary
For the Big Bad Wolf is still dreary...
