LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD

  

g)L-L in a little cottage LITTLE
There lived a little maid, RED
The sweetest little maiden that ever RIDING-
was seen,

And her mother loves her well
But her granny loves her better,
And she had alittle red hood, just like
a little queen.

Now, because this little girl wore a red cloak
with a red hood, everybody called her Little Red
Riding-Hood. It chanced one day her mother had
made some custards and a little plum-pudding.
And she said:

‘Now take the little basket,
And the little custard too,
And the little pudding boiled for your granny dear.
But don’t you stop or stay,
Do not idle on the way,
On the highroad little Riding-Hood will nothing
have to fear.

‘Go,’ said her mother, ‘straight along to your
grandmother, give her the nice things in your
basket, and then come straight home again and
tell me how the old lady is. Mind, talk to no one
on the way.’

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