Little red riding hood
Standing in the deep dark woods
Out comes a piercing howl
Not from a hooting owl

Whistling through the shadows
Like a hovering ghost
Launches out of the trees
THUD, the wolf drops to his knees

Red riding stares with an evil grin
A cape full of blood stained sin
Removes the cold steel from his heart
Smears the blood like a work of art

Twirls and dances of victory
And skips off into the night
A girl of pure insanity
Twisted soul for the forest she frights