A porridge filled treat
Her hair glistens in the light
She walks on her toes
Where is she going?
Nobody knows
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And the porridge thickens
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Curious as she is
She walks with fear
The thought runs through her mind
I wonder what that is so near
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And the porridge thickens
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The door creaks and cracks
She steps one foot inside
And right in front of her it says
Eat this and die
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And the porridge thickens
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I am Goldilocks
The fearless at heart
Nothing will happen to me
For I am too smart
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And the porridge thickens
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Sitting in the wood chair
Porridge steam soaks her face
Then out comes a bear
With a look of disgrace
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And the porridge thickens
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Who are you? Goldi asked
The bear said that does not matter
What is important is that
You will soon become cake batter
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And the porridge thickens
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With one quick slash
Goldie was caught
No time to get away
This was the end she thought
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And the porridge thickens
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With the meat grinder in sight
She screamed till she couldn't
She asked him to stop
But she knew that he wouldn't
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And the porridge thickens
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Her right foot went first
Then the rest of her followed
Blood poured from her mouth
Her heart was soon hollowed
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And the porridge thickens
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Not too long after
She was nothing but juice
Which was mixed into a cake
Served to mama bear at 2
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And the porridge thickened
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This is good cake
Said mama bear real nice
What did you put in here?
Oh just some red dye and spice
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And the porridge thickens
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