A Cautionary Tale Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Younaughty girl Red Riding Hood
To wander in the undergrowth
When knowing that you really should
Not stray but keep the path that's good
Granny and you, two sillies both

Why ever did you choose to wear
That scarlet hood, yes, it's to blame
To snap you up, so plump, so fair
And now he's dead, which is a shame

A woodsman happened on the way
Garrotted wolf, popped in a sack
Of hessian, blood-stained and gray
He rescued you and gran. Hooray!
Red letter in the almanac

A dreadful tale I'll not deny
But little girls who leap the fence
Must learn to look out sharp or die
(for snares are ticklish to untie)
Each action has its consequence