The girl is walking through the wood

Her face is hidden by her hood

No fear, she feels, at all

She’s always standing tall

For always she does as she should

An evil lurks, unknown to her

He creeps, he stalks, covered in fur

She skips and sings a song

Her voice, it is so strong

Not a clue to what will occur

The wolf, she meets in a clearing

She can’t believe what she’s hearing

The wolf could talk to her!

Her heart begins to stir

His smile and laugh so endearing

She told him of her trek today

And that she must be on her way

Gran does always worry

If she doesn’t hurry

So she must no longer delay

The wolf said farewell and he ran

In his head, he’d devised a plan

He’d meet her at the door

He’s certain of his score

He knows now where he can find Gran

He’s waiting for her to get there

Wearing her Gran’s clothing and hair

She lets herself inside

Her eyes, opening wide

And all that she could do was stare

Why are your ears pointy and tall?

So I can hear you when you call!

Look! Your hands are furry

Oh child, please don’t worry

Gran, this doesn’t make sense at all!

Why are your teeth so sharp and long?

Something is very very wrong

You are correct, my dear

You would be wise to fear

For in this house, I don’t belong

You see, I tricked you in the wood

I made you think that I was good

And then I ate your Gran

Part of my master plan

For I knew you’d come, as you should

The tears are rolling down her face

For him, there is no saving grace

For while she looks so small

Wonder why she stands tall?

Now’s the time to reveal her face

Her cloak of red falls to the floor

She’s not the same she was before

Her eyes glow red and bright

They fill the wolf with fright

And he tries to run to the door

Yet, there is no escape for him

For she will tear him, limb from limb

She beats him to the door

He begs, knees on the floor

His future looks so very grim

She sinks in her fangs and her claws

Tearing into his chest and jaws

Her pain reflected here

His wounds just as severe

Nothing about him gives her pause

Her anger finally sated

They wolf, he lay, mutilated

And much to her surprise

From the mess did arise

Her Gran, alive and elated!

She ran to the room for her cloak

She needed to hide what she woke

Gran was alive and well

Yet still under a spell

No one knows what she could evoke

Once again, she was cloaked in red

She laid her Gran down in her bed

Cleaned the house completely

Hiding things discretely

So relieved her Gran was not dead