Is
that
underwood
I
hear
cracking?
I
wonder
who
it
might
be...
I haven't an account myself, I am merely passing through,
With me basket full of bakings right along the forest route!
In a red hood I am prancing to a lonely old crone,
Who is eager for these bun-rolls to be brought into her home!
Shoo, is that a noice I hear?
Hope it's not a wolf!
...Oh dear!
Halt right there and make yourself known!
Are you a villain or a fledgling lone?