I've sent my little Red to visit her ill grandmother

Over the river and through the woods maybe even futher

She'll be home soon a day or two and again we'll see each other

In the night I'm awoken by a tapping at the door

My little Red is home at last and I'll worry no more

But short too short is the relief

Little Red is shaking like a leaf

I ask what's wrong and why the fear

My poor girl can't even shed a tear

She stammers about a wolf and blood and a woodsman with an axe

Her wild story I can't believe it cannot be filled with facts

I smile kind and say I'm sorry but it's time to go to bed

And go off back to sleep not believing little Red