On a morning so bright, a mom called for her daughter,
And that girl quickly jumped up and ran from her bed.
"Red, I'd bring your dear granny some fruit tarts and water,
But I have to do laundry; could you take them instead?"

On the way to her granny's, a wolf stood in Red's way.
He smiled and held a pretty white rose,
And when at his sight she did not run astray,
‘Round Red his jaws silently started to close.

And now she was there, inside the wolf's belly,
Her basket and limbs all tied in a knot,
And her granny was there, in that place dark and smelly.
She opened the basket her granddaughter brought.

"Though you carried these treats through danger and muck,
I never liked tarts, so sorry, and YUCK!"