Then up he jump’d to reach the string, and open flew the door;
And in he walk’d, and fasten’d it, just as it was before.
Alas! alas!—as you or I on bread and milk would sup,
The greedy wolf this poor old dame he gobbled fairly up.
But now, ashamed of what he’d done, he jump’d into her bed;
And put her gown upon his back, her cap upon his head.
But ere he long had lain, there came the very little pet,
Who long’d to tell her Granny of the kind wolf she had met.
And gently tapping at the door, she whisper’d soft and still;
And the false wolf spake huskily, as he were very ill: