Miss Scarlet Hood met a bad wolf in the wood.
“Where are you going dressed all in red?”
She pulled a pistol and shot him dead.
A witch appeared. “I’ll cast a spell.”
Miss Scarlet pushed her down a well.
An ogre grabbed at her red cloak.
A knife appeared at his fat throat.
“Got you Missy,” a goblin said with a laugh.
She kicked him howling down the path.
“Don’t tell me tales,” her mother said,
And sent Miss Scarlet straight to bed.
“Tomorrow, I’ll find a dragon that flies,
And Mother will know I don’t tell a lies.”
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