Little Red's Hood
Little little red rode through her hood
Grandmother's house in a different hood
As she went on her way, moms said fairwell
Afraid little red would get in big trouble
As she strolled down the path
The forest looked on in despair
Saying, "Little little red are you going there?"
The shocks and concern only grew with time
She approached grandmothers house at 6:45
As she opened the door her life disappeared
As she fell to the floor her life disappeared
Little little red rode through her hood
Grandmother's house in a different hood
As she reached the house her life was gone
Because little little blue couldnt't let it go
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