Don’t stray from the primrose path little girl

But follow the way that is true

For there in the wood someone’s up to no good

And he waits for a lass such as you

He’ll appear to be perfectly charming

And will blind you with words, sugar sweet

You’ll fall under his spell and we know all too well

He’s just looking for someone to eat

So look straight ahead as you travel, and

Be careful to mind where you tread

Don’t talk to any grey strangers, or

Tomorrow you’ll find yourself dead