Little Red
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Once upon a time there was a girl.
She inspected herself with a small, dainty twirl.
Leaving her home with a basket in hand,
She was off on her way to travel the land.
One day, in a small little village A small girl awoke from her bed She walked up to her father and smiled As he laid his hand upon her head. He asked her to deliver a basket To a distant relative who lived nearby He warned her about the monster at
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
Little Red made this trip as early as twelve.
Her baggy hood wasn't enough to cover up from the wolves
The feeling of shame, arising, the first time they noticed
that Little Red wasn't looking too Little... anymore.
Weeping and wilted
She threw herself down
The forest beneath her
Hosting sinister shadows
The lesson here
Was to never stray
To never look
Towards the dark and say
“I want to explore”
