[With an apology to the Brothers Grimm]
The little girl in crimson hood,
O'r to the house in the dark wood.
Oatmeal raisin with bright orange zest,
Those cookies grandma likes the best.
Tragic events visit the house,
Ole canus lupus in grandma's blouse,
Ops for the trite: "can't hear you m'dear"
To entice the little child near.
Teeth, tongue, and jaws in evident,
Osculation was not the intent.
Out the wolf jumped, a leap, a bound,
To grab, to eat, with nary a sound
To encounter a Kung Fu punch,
Out for the count, minus the lunch,
Only a lesson for the id.
They don't mess with grannie's grandkid.
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