The smell of homemade bread and cookies, floated through the wood

The kitchen was occupied, by the infamous girl with the red of hood

She was busy singing a silly song, about her new friend she met today

While she was chasing colorful butterflies, where the sheep do play

He had nice friendly pointed teeth, with fur kind of a mischievous smile

As he spoke to her in his low wolf voice, and his wagging tail as long as a mile

Soon all the tasty treats were done and cooled, now it was time to wrap them up

Bright colored napkins and pretty plates, and she didn’t forget the chocolate cup

Off she went skipping right along, into the different world of wolf painted red

There was no stories about a Gramma, or quilted patchwork quilt on the bed