Little Red Riding Hood

By Ella Wong

Illustration by Edward Wong

Little Red Riding Hood

Went skipping in a deep dark wood

Past a clear crystal stream

Filled with stones

Pink, brown, and cream

To her sick grandma she took

A cake, some tea and a nice book.

On her way she sang a song

And saw a wolf with a snout most long

She asked, “What’s the matter, wolf?”

And he replied: “I was walking through the forest

When some hunters came and chorused:

‘We shall have your bones for lunch

Everyone will hear the crunch!

We shall have your hide for tea!

You can’t escape my hunters or me!

We will hunt the big bad wolf

No one can stop us

So surrender without fuss

Come out, come out, you big bad wolf!’

Please, little girl, won’t you help me,

Won’t you hide me?”

Little Red Riding Hood said,

“I’m going to my grandma’s house;

You can hide there!

But you must be quieter than a mouse

Please remember and take care.”

So off they went,

The unlikely pair

Off to the girl’s grandma’s house

She ushered the wolf up the stairs

And locked the door

And the windows

Even examined the floor!

Then she crept back downstairs

To give her grandma the cake

Her mum had taken hours to bake

Eventually there came

A knock on the door

In walked a huntsman

His boots dirtied the floor

He gazed at the ceiling,

Stared at the walls,

Even threw the chair

Like it was a ball

He came to the locked door

Where the wolf sat hiding

And chuckled, “Oh ho, what’s in here?

Perhaps a wolf panting.”

Quick-thinking Red Riding Hood

Stammered, “Oh that’s the loo

And my brother’s in there

With his stinky poo.”

The huntsman left after that

He stormed out of the house

And on a tree stump he sat

While the others gathered round him

He uttered a cry of rage

For the wolf was not in a cage

And stormed off to the next town

Thinking to cheer himself up with a clown,

As for Red Riding Hood

She always skipped in the deep dark wood

And there by the stream

With pebbles of

Brown, pink, and cream

Sat the wolf waiting

Or perhaps doing his new hobby:

Painting.

They became the best of friends

Loyal to the very end

And the hunter never came back

Grandma enjoyed her cake and tea

She got better soon,

And went to have a holiday by the sea!