Lovely little lady skips through the woods
Looking at all the blossom buds
In her basket are cakes and buns
Maybe lots, but surely not tons
Trekking through the forest on a stormy day
With a map to show her the way
Tip tap the rain starts to go
Putting on a watery show
Looking for her granny’s house
Trying to be as quiet as a mouse
Eating a Sunday roast goose
There’s a wolf on the loose

Legging it to granny’s place
As if it is a running race,
Entering the front door
He’s brought to a sight of gore,
Death is what he gets,
From the woodcutter as everyone bets!!