A Wolf in Red's Cloak
One dead,
Two dead,
Three dead, four.
Five dead,
Six dead,
Could there be more?
The girl frightened from all the death she had seen
Little did red riding hood know she let the monster free
Until that night the reflection showed the monster had been she
The moonlight had shown
And made her wolfish form known
So off into the darkness of the wood did she make her home