The Singing Scoutmaster: Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time, in a village deep and fair,
Lived Little Red Riding Hood, with her long, flowing hair.
She set off through the woods, with a basket in her hand,
To visit her grandmother in the distant land.

As she walked through the trees, with the sunlight streaming down,
She met a cunning wolf, with a smile like a frown.
He asked her where she was going, with a gleam in his eye,
And Little Red replied, "To grandmother's, nearby."

The wolf, with wicked thoughts, raced ahead with cunning art,
And reached grandmother's house before Little Red could depart.
He gobbled up the grandmother, and took her place in bed,
Waiting for Little Red to arrive, with a hunger to be fed.

When Little Red arrived, she found something wasn't right,
For her grandmother looked different, in the dimming light.
But before she could question, the wolf pounced with glee,
And Little Red was soon swallowed, as easy as can be.

But just then, a woodsman came, with axe in hand so strong,
And rescued Little Red and grandmother, from all that was wrong.
The wolf met his demise, with a swift and final blow,
And Little Red learned to beware the dangers that may grow.

So here's to Little Red Riding Hood, with her basket and her grace,
Who learned the value of caution in this timeless tale's embrace.
For though she faced the dangers of the woods that day,
She emerged unscathed, with lessons to guide her way.