Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time their was a girl that went by Little Red Riding Hood
she had her wits about her and knew not everyone was good.
Thats why on her trip to grandmas house she was prepared,
she carried her pepper spray so she was not scared.
So when she saw grandma all covered in hair
huffing and puffing she did not care.
She knew this was not her grandma
because she had claws.
When grandma tried to approach her she pulled the pepper spray out,
she aimed striaght for the face and heard a loud shout.
For there was this wolf crying in pain,
he had learned his lesson because he his attempt ended in vain.
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