little red,

there she stood,

facing the big, bad wolf.

little red,

walking away,

the wolf,

right behind.

little red, 

shouldn’t you be scared?

 

oh no,

poor wolf,

where’ve you gone?

it seems

little red

is walking away.

red footprints?

how fitting.

i wonder

why the wolf

is lying

on the ground.

 

did you know,

once,

red’s cape was white?

I wonder what’s making it so red.

 

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