The wolf was a wolf in more ways than one,
For he targeted girls who were pretty and young.
He liked them quiet, he liked them good -
He liked them wearing red riding hoods.
The wolf was feeling hungry that day,
And it looked like a meal was heading his way.
The wolf was a wolf who played with his food.
The wolf was a wolf who was up to no good.
He asked the young girl if she wanted to stay,
He asked the young girl if she wanted to play.
Red didn't want to, she was off to school -
But Red had no choice but to play by his rules.
After the games, the wolf collected his prize,
And Red felt so bad that she cried.
And after that, Red no longer felt young -
For the wolf was a wolf in more ways than one.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
The wolf was a wolf in more ways than one,
For he targeted girls who were pretty and young.
He liked them quiet, he liked them good -
He liked them wearing red riding hoods.
The wolf was feeling hungry that day,
And it looked like a meal was heading his way.
The wolf was a wolf who played with his food.
The wolf was a wolf who was up to no good.
He asked the young girl if she wanted to stay,
He asked the young girl if she wanted to play.
Red didn't want to, she was off to school -
But Red had no choice but to play by his rules.
After the games, the wolf collected his prize,
And Red felt so bad that she cried.
And after that, Red no longer felt young -
For the wolf was a wolf in more ways than one.
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