It was pure luck

I saw her from far away

From the darkness of the brush

And I prepare my jaws to crush

 

Her name was Little Red

And she smelled of cookies.

From head to toe, she was so sweet

That’s why I loved to watch her bleed

 

As innocent as a task

To bring goodies to Grandma

Should not hold such perilous dangers

Like some big furry stranger

 

To make the hunt more lovely,

I gave a friendly face

I entrapped her with my wit,

My rugged good looks and my lips

 

Red kissed so softly

And I thought for just a moment

To leave her be and let her go

To walk away as pure as snow

 

But still, she enticed me

And I decided once and for all

All sharp teeth and spite, I smiled at Little Red

And watched with in delight as her stomach turned to lead.