The Ballad Of Little Red Riding Hood
An acid sunlight bleeds
the twisted feotal day.
A leafy carpet leads
the way.
She has her wicker prize
and silken scarlet hood.
A misty envelope
surrounds the wood.
A tiny cottage rests
in scented mists of yeast
within the evil range
of the beast
but she does is not aware
of grannys meaty fate
she walks up to the white
wooden gate.
granny?
granny?
What big eyes you've got
for seeing...
What big ears you've got
for hearing...
What think hair you've got
for combing...
What big teeth... teeth!
I'm Helmut the woodman
I live in a little hut
It's quite nice being a woodman
but only if you like wood.
Do the woodman calypso
Do the woodman calypso
Do the woodman calypso
The woodman calypso
hey what dat?
hey you big bad wolf I gonna chop you up.
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