Dark and lonely, bitter cold
Long and winding forest road
Cover of darkness, animals crawl
Streak of colour, scarlet shawl
Full moon in sky, echoing howl
Hungry black wolf, out on the prowl
Grandmother's cottage, light up ahead
Wolf in disguise, in Grandmother's bed
Scream in the night, chill in the air
Wolf sitting full, in Little Red's chair
Huntsman in forest, sharpened axe
Wolf head rolls, burnt candle wax
Graves stand beside, dark forest path
Marking the scene, a scarlet blood bath.
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