But loiter not upon the road, nor from the footpath stray,
For many wicked folks there be might harm thee by the way.
As soon as she had heard these words, oh! how she jump’d for joy!
For she old granny loved as much as most love a new toy.
She put on her red-riding-hood, and started off in haste;
All eager for her grandmother her nice sweet cakes to taste.
And thus as on she trotted with her basket on her arm,
She little thought that any one would wish to do her harm.
Now when she came into the wood, through which the footpath lay,
The birds were singing all around, the flowers were blooming gay.