And now her riding hood is on,
How pretty she does look;
Mamma made it to keep her warm
Because she learn’d her book;
So be good girls all who hear this
And boys be good also,
And your Mammas will give you all
Great coats and hoods, I know.
You see this pot of butter nice,
And likewise this plum-cake,
Which little Biddy’s dear mamma
For grandmamma did make:
Who lived in a little house,
A mile or two away,
And Red Riding Hood must take them,
To Grandmamma next day
The morning come—the hood put on,
The pot and cake she took,
Biddy, good bye—good bye, mamma
And then her hand she shook:
And so set off for grandmamma’s
Mamma stood at the door,
And watched her little Biddy till
She could see her no more.
Now in the road to grandma’s house,
A lonesome wood there lay,
And Goffip Wolf popp’d from a bush,
And stopp’d her in the way
He was a fierce and cruel beast,
And would have eat her there,
But turning of his head about,
He found he did not dare.
