Little Red Cloak
Once Upon a little red cloak
There was a little girl
Her face was fair
Her eyes were bright
Her smile sweet as candy
But the village could not tell you this
For these things they did not see
For her little red hood
Was always up
And covered her pretty face
The day she went to visit her grandmother
Was such a fateful day
Her feet stepped lightly through the woods
Her senses were alert
Until she gazed upon her hand
And saw it covered in fur
The moon was bright
High in the sky
And to her dismay
It was full and the glow
Like an angel's halo
Washed her humanity away
Her grandmother never heard the door
Never saw what was to come
Until it was too late
And on that night
To death did she succumb
And as dawn broke upon the hill
Little red lifted her hood
And her canine ears and golden eyes
Told how granny was gone for good
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