The Wolf and Little Red

by Abbey Schlanz(Univ. of Mount Union)


Hungry, the Wolf had come to eat Little Red,
So he conjured a sly Fox’s ruse.
But Little Red was not fooled; she shot the Wolf dead.
All the forest knew Grandma lay frail in her bed,
Too easy a decoy for the Wolf to refuse—
Hungry, the Wolf had come to eat Little Red.
While dreaming Red’s legs as a feast in his head,
He dressed in glasses and soft, silken shoes;
But Little Red was not fooled; she shot the Wolf dead.
He should have settled for chipmunk instead
But Red’s white skin he allowed to seduce;
Hungry, the Wolf had come to eat Little Red.
His eyes had stunned sparrows, filled rabbits with dread,
But now squirrels climbed free and spread the good news:
“Little Red was not fooled; she shot the Wolf dead!”
“The glint in her eye was like a wolf’s,” they said,
“And ‘til sunrise his pack howled the blues.”
Hungry, the Wolf had come to eat Little Red,
But Little Red was not fooled; she shot the Wolf dead.