Yes, that's it...
dance beside the stream for me,
as you drift the day away dreamily,
and hum that childhood song for me,
as I pursue you from afar...seamlessly.

With the steps of my approach,
masked by the melodys' reproach...

Yes, that's it...
swing your basket and dance for me,
as you enhance my desire, teasing me;
and skip along to that song for me,
for very shortly your flesh will be...pleasing me!

With the steps of my approach,
lightly cracking over the reproach...

Yes, that's it...
glance over your shoulder, shiver; and run!,
I remain hidden but you see you are the one,
drop the basket and hastily run!, run toward the setting sun,
screaming faint breath of fear you search for escape but find none!

With the pounding of my approach,
drowning out the echo of the reproach...

Yes, that's it...
you stumble, you fall; trying to rise you call,
as I rush in and pounce with my teeth and all,
delicate, perfumed neck and cape flowing red, you're all I need!
Shhhh....watch the leaves quietly fall; as loudly you bleed...

Little Red is dead...
And the wolf...
Shall feed.

Originally written by myself, Matthew Tregear, in March of 2009.