poetry, school, writing

Poem: Running Red

To grandmother’s house she goes
In the forest, not hard to find
Simply follow the way the river flows
But little girls should try harder to hide

The wolf does stalk her in these woods
The red stands out against the green
Little girls should beware of red hoods
For to the wolf they are easily seen

When she stops to smell the roses sweet
She strays from the path against advice
It is not grandma who gets a treat
Little girls never did meet a wolf who was nice

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