Little red riding…
She was a little red riding,
and a pair of eyes watched from hiding,
her hands thundered down
on her picnic basket,
as it fell to the ground,
and she would shout,
when the wolf jumped out,
what big eyes you have,
allowing her words to be heard,
the sentiment was drowning,
little red riding was frowning,
she hesitated when she needed to run,
instead of doing what needed to be done,
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