Little Red Riding Hood

I adore songs that reference fairy tales or nursery rhymes. I've always had a soft spot for this one by Sam the Sham.

Sam The Sham And The Pharaohs

LI'L RED RIDING HOOD (Ronald Blackwell)

Owoooooooo!
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood.
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good.
You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
Listen to me.

Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.
Owoooooooo!

What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

What full lips you have.
They're sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone.
Owoooooooo!

Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't.
Owoooooooo!

What a big heart I have-the better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good.
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side.
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.

Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.
Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?



Years ago a friend of mine told how her little girl was frightened by the fairy tales of Little Red Riding Hood and Snow White. I wrote a poem that was based loosely on that conversation.

The Night (7/31/01)

Alice told her Mom and Dad
“God don’t love us no more
he went in the woods
got ate by a wolf.”

I am wolf

black spots – tunneling your eyes
when you stand-up too fast

a blast of 100 degree heat
with 98 percent humidity

a crow’s feather that falls
on the path you walk

I am Grandma

cutting a hole to crawl out
of the darkness through

throwing Grandpa’s headstone
into the wound

sewing it up

hoping it dies

Alice doesn’t sleep at night
“cause the woods are growing
under my bed.”

I found a rather interesting children's picture book of Little Red Riding Hood that I wrote a review of on Suite101.