Isn't it funny
How they call you big?
When your limbs were shaking
And your belly's shrunk
All bones from muzzle to tail.
Perhaps the cheerful girl
Wasn't so little for a kid
Under that red hood.

Don't you get mad
When people call you bad?
All you ever did was do
The sickly grandma a favor.
The girl could've done worse
Disobeying the elder's order
And nibbling on half the food
While prancing in the woods.

Don't you get sad
When people call you wolf?
Though you looked more like
A stray dog barging at the hut's door
And a bear after swallowing the two whole
Pretty much misunderstood
By the village and the world
Full of big, bad, wolves.