Lightly thru the wooded glen
Sprightly traveled 'or the path
Brightly in her cape of red
Riding Hood upon her head,
She with her goodies wrapped in hand
A tisketing thru story land.

Sweetly picks she blooms of pink
Deftly, gathers a bouquet.
Quickly turns her head to see
What a wolf has got to say
Uncharmed by his grand style and grace
A hungry smile upon his face.

Slyly he inquires where
Shyly questions, softly he.
Craftily with plan in mind
High and low roads they can find,
To Grandmas house more than a game
All big bad wolves are just the same.

Playing along she takes the bait
Thinking he, a brunch or two.
Once gone, she gets her cell phone out
Phones her Grandma all about,
Ready for a wild ride,
Red hurries to her Grandma's side.

Speedily he goes the distance
Spying Grandma's house ahead,
But surely, grandma has a lesson
Taught with her own Smith and Wesson
For the wolf, a bad lot he
What he will get, he's soon to see.

Just then 3 little pigs come walking
Down that fated country path.
The wolf so greedy in his hunger
Fatter than when he was younger,
Rubs his hands most gleefully
What a feast his feast would be!

But, Granny not so old and feeble
And with a fondness for good pork
Tells the wolf to run for cover
Yes, she could be one mean cold mother,
The wolf took off, I'm tellin you!
And Grandma served pork BBQ!

07/14/2000