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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

And the porridge thickens

Her right foot went first

Then the rest of her followed

Blood poured from her mouth

Her heart was soon hollowed 

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

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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