A very long, long time ago,
A couple had a child.
The woodman and his wife adored
Their baby, meek and mild.
They called their child Green Riding Hood –
A name you may find strange.
The name 'Red Riding Hood' they liked,
But why not have a change?
The years went by, the child grew up,
But she never went to school.
Within her forest home she grew
Into a girl most cruel.
She played all day amongst the trees,
Annoying creatures there.
She hid the squirrels’ winter nuts
And teased the big brown bear.
She chopped the tails of rabbits off -
And the fox? What did she do?
She caught him in a nasty trap
And sent him to the zoo.
One creature watched this wicked child
Walk to her Granny’s house,
And he followed her along the path
As quietly as a mouse.
He saw her lift the wooden latch
And go with food inside.
Then he, the wolf, followed behind
And thought where he might hide.
Green Riding Hood then heard a noise
And guessed who it might be.
'Let’s hide and wait,' old Granny said,
'And very soon we’ll see.'
Green Riding Hood, and Granny too,
Both hid beneath the bed,
And once the wolf came in the room,
Both she and Granny fled.
They locked the door before they left.
Poor wolf! What could he do?
Ahhh, he, just like poor Fox before,
Was taken to a zoo.
Perhaps you’ve seen him in a cage
And laughed at him in fun?
Poor Mr Wolf has paid the price
For what that girl has done.
Green Riding Hood then wrote a book –
And changed her name to 'Red'.
She blamed the wolf for eating Gran,
When she’d done wrong instead.
Some children, with their gift of speech,
Can tell most awful lies,
Whilst animals, who can't speak up,
These children must despise.
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