There dwelt, when sin was yet to be,
A guileless Serpent up a tree,
Sniffing the virgin breezes;
Till EVE (the huzzy!), one fine day,
With evil purpose came his way,
And led that simple worm astray
By low and wicked wheezes.
A Wolf there was, quite sweet and good,
Till in his path Red Riding-Hood
Went camouflaging through the wood—