A hungry wolf I see,
you tell me I'm a pretty little lady;
you asked if you could have some of my cherry pies
I'm scared of wolves I say,
but I'm more scared that if I don't give you my cherry pie you will eat me whole.
I cut open my vessel, let it bleed, I give you; your favourite dessert.
The smell of my terror is aphrodisiac to you.
You come closer, you are hungrier now;
I'm scared that if I don't give you my cherry pie, you will eat me whole.
