The Orgins Of Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time…

In a small town lived a small girl

Whose grandmother adored her

Who with small old hands made her a small wool cloak

One day the grandmother fell ill

And off went the small girl to bring her small cakes

Singing a tune along the way

The small wool cloak bobbed through the small woods

Not too far in, she spotted some flowers

She strayed a small ways from the path and grabbed a small bundle

Pleased with herself she turned back to find

Quite a big wolf with quite a big tail

Yet he only asked to share some of her cakes

But the small cakes were for a small old grandmother

The wolf just sighed and lumbered away

His big bushy tail leaving with big strides

The girl hasten on her way to

Make small her time to deliver the small cakes

Meanwhile the wolf plotted

Taking big strides to grandmothers house and a big gulp to eat her

Her put on her clothes and laid waiting

For the small girl in the small cloak

When she got there she was welcomed inside

By the small voice of her small grandmother

But then she saw how sick she was!

With big eyes and big ears

Only the better to see and hear her with

A big nose and big teeth

Only the better to smell and eat those cakes

She saw the big tail of the big wolf

He sprang to eat the girl

With big jaws and gave her a big fright

A nearby huntsman heard her scream

And brought a big axe to slay the big wolf

But the small girl had already done just that

She took a small stool and smashed his big head

And the wolf had fallen dead

The big axe was used to save the small lady

All was saved except for one

The small girl’s small cloak

Was now stained red

 Big girls don’t wear white anyways