Little Red

Little red, little red why don’t you come out to play?  She smiles and says “oh because I want to chop someone up to day.” Little red, little red riding hood so sweet, so full of life when she has that knife; can’t you just see it. Covered in blood her smiling up saying “don’t worry it will only hurt a lot.” She go right off! Cutting you peace by peace the wolf stands no chance. She uses his fur as a mop for her floor.  His teeth for the brush her hair, his eyes she keeps in a jar. So watch out when reds in town because blood will be spilled when she around. Little red, little red watch her laugh with that mock grin of hers. Hahahahaha!