The horns were raised and they announced
The victory of Red Who pounced
Upon the wolf who wore the clothes
Of grandmother as the story goes.
I often think about that day
As Little Red was on her way
Through the forest and over hills,
Just the thought gives me chills.
I was chopping wood and heard
A wolf talking. That’s absurd!
I looked in the window, was I surprised
By a granny with a nose that size!
The girl in red with nary a wince
Turned him into a now kissed prince.