Little Red Riding Hood
And now her riding hood is on,
How pretty she does look;
Mamma made it to keep her warm
Because she learn’d her book;
So be good girls all who hear this
And boys be good also,
And your Mammas will give you all
Great coats and hoods, I know.
You see this pot of butter nice,
And likewise this plum-cake,
Which little Biddy’s dear mamma
For grandmamma did make:
Who lived in a little house,
A mile or two away,
And Red Riding Hood must take them,
To Grandmamma next day
The morning come—the hood put on,
The pot and cake she took,
Biddy, good bye—good bye, mamma
And then her hand she shook:
And so set off for grandmamma’s
Mamma stood at the door,
And watched her little Biddy till
She could see her no more.
Now in the road to grandma’s house,
A lonesome wood there lay,
And Goffip Wolf popp’d from a bush,
And stopp’d her in the way
He was a fierce and cruel beast,
And would have eat her there,
But turning of his head about,
He found he did not dare.
I’m going to my grandmamma’s,
She is not very well,
With cake and pot of butter;
Says Wolf where does she dwell?
In yonder house, by yonder mill
Good bye—I cannot stay—
And with her pretty finger, she
Pointed out the way.
The Wolf got first to grandma’s door,
And knocked toc, toc, toc;
Who is that, said grandmamma,
That at the door doth knock;
’Tis your grandaughter, said the Wolf
And mimic’d Biddy’s voice,
Mamma has sent you a plumb cake,
And pot of butter nice.
Now grandmamma being very ill,
She on the bed did lie,
And called out, the bobbin pull,
And up the latch will fly;
The bobbin pull’d, up flew the latch,
The Wolf popp’d in his head
And soon he eat up grandmamma
And then got into bed.
Toc, toc, toc, at grandma’s door
Knocked Little Red Riding Hood,
Who’s there, says Wolf, and with a voice,
Like grandma’s as he could;
’Tis your grandaughter, little Bid
With cake and pot of butter;
The bobbin pull, the latch will fly,
The wicked Wolf did mutter.