Little red, little red
Why do you hide your face like so
With shadows casted by beloved hood?
Little red, little red
Why do you walk so alone
In this dark forest?
Little red, little red
Don’t you know of the wolf
That lingers in these woods?
Little red, little red
Watch your step, dear or else
The wolf will get an easy meal
-Kel Dayheart

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