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The Sweet Magician
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Little Red Riding
Hood
Adapted by Simon Blakeman
1
Once upon a fairy tale, or so it has been said,
There lived a girl of purest heart, with a cloak of deepest
red.
She lived beside the ancient woods, where a wolf did hide
Who no-one ever seemed to catch, though many a man had
tried.
2
One day, her mother gave her a basketful of food
To take to her Old Granny, who lived in the heart of the
wood.
“Be sure to take the path that’s clear”, her mother made
her swear.
“The woods are deep and dark,” she said, “and the big, bad
wolf lives there.”
3
The girl, of course as we all know, strayed off the clear
way
And found herself in the deep, dark woods, just where we
cannot say.
“Hello there,” a voice did say, so rough and like a beast,
“A gentle child like you would make a rather splendid
feast.”
4
“I’m going to my Granny’s house to give her this fine
treat:
Some cakes, and fruit and apple juice and other things to
eat.”
“Well now child, your granny’s house? Yes, I know the
place.
I tell you what I’ll go there too. We’ll see who wins the
race.”
5
The wolf of course was swift of paw and knew the way to go
He came to granny’s house quite soon as she did sit and
sew.
Knock knock
“Come in dear, just lift the latch I’m so glad that you’re
here”
To her surprise it was not Red but the Wolf who did appear
6
He swallowed up the Granny whole and got into her bed
Dressed he was in Granny’s clothes from hairy toe to head
At last, along came Little Red who had ambled in the wood
(In spite of what her mother said and what she knew she
should)
7
She knocked upon her granny’s door with a heart so full of
cheer
“Come in dear, just lift the latch I’m so glad that you’re
here.”
“Granny, what big eyes you
have…”
“All the better to see you my
dear.”
“Granny, what big ears you
have…”
“All the better to hear you my
dear.”
“Granny, what big arms you
have…”
“All the better to hug you my
dear.”
“Granny, what big teeth you
have…”
“All the better to eat you my
dear.”
The Wolf, he jumped at Little Red with claws and teeth all
sharp
And Little Red she screamed a scream that shook the woods
apart
8
The scream it found the hearing ears of a woodsman with an
axe
Who ran to Granny’s house and saw muddy wolf-like tracks
With just one
swing of his mighty axe, the wolf let out a howl
And out popped Granny in one piece (and a smell that was
quite fowl)
9
The big, bad wolf did get away to live another day
No doubt he’ll take more care in what he chooses for his
prey.
And so our tale
is at an end, we hope you found it good
The strange adventures of a girl called Little Red Riding
Hood.
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