RED RIDING-HOOD'S WOLF
Oh, this is the wolf that Red Riding-hood found
When she came to her grandmother's bed,
Her ears were so long and her eyes big and round,
While her voice had a strange and a terrible sound
When she answered what Riding-hood said,
For alas, the grandmother was dead.
And Little Red Riding-hood sprang with a bound
Through the doorway and hastily fled,
Oh, my,
In terror she hastily fled.
WITCH BROTH
Witches, witches in a tree,
Brew your broth of mystery.
Snail and toad and lizard in it—
Tail of cat and tongue of linnet,
Rabbit's foot and wing of bee—
Witches, witches, none for me.
JUST LIKE OTHER CHILDREN
