Your Grandmother is sick my mother said

Be good my love, bring her some bread

Put down the matches, put down the mouse

Be a good girl, follow the path to Grandmother's house

So I grabbed my red hood and I kissed my mother 

Never fear I said, I know not to speak to any other

Grandmother's house is lonely and the road is long

But I smiled because I had nothing to fear as I hurried along 

I had paused by the path to examine a grub

When a man popped out from behind a shrub 

I see you're alone little girl, so you're coming with me 

This is where the story differs you see 

This man was no wolf, this man was just cruel

I might have followed him, but mama didn't raise no fool

My basket on his head and my foot between his knees

The sly wolf collapsed moaning between the trees

With a grin and a chuckle I kept skipping through the wood

Get back here he yelled, you and your little red riding hood