Hooves pound in the night

And they know she is near

Little Red, Little Red

Is the one that they fear

For at her side, they know

Baked in honey-sweet bread

Is poison just waiting

To take the r out of dread

 

Once every moon

With her cloak on her back

And all her baked goods

In a little red sack

She rides through the dark

A new victim in mind

To find, to seduce

To utterly spellbind

 

And tonight, it's a woman

A grand-woman, in fact

Unknowing that tonight

Might just be her last

But her neighbor, Aaron Wolf

Hears the wood's warning call

Not on his watch will tonight

be Granny's last of all

 

With some sleeping-draught tea

He sends her to bed

In her closet while he sports

The nightgown instead

And with his sharpened sword

He lies in wait

For Little Red, Little Red

To fall for the bait

 

A rustle, a creak

Of the loose stair outside

A knock, "Come in!"

The door swings aside

And there is the beauty

With crimson-red lips

Trusting doe eyes

Sweet rolls at her hip

 

His face is covered

A little nearer he thinks

And forward Little Red

Begins to slink

"Oh, Granny! I've missed you!"

She starts to say-

"No more of my people

will you ever slay!"

 

Cries the wolf as he leaps

With a deafening call

And brings down his sword

And watches her fall

To lie on the floor

Pretty, little, red

Who was saying "Happy Birthday"

With poisonless bread