The Demise of Red Riding Hood

Little red riding hood perished

When walking in woods alone. 

Her mother she gave her a deathwish

To send her where wolves did roam.

Her Grimm little task was murder

Her Mother had thought she done good.

But No-one should stick their grannies

Deep in the heart of a wood.

A man built like Arnie won't go

F.B.I. agents think twice.

Batman would call in a sickie

And S.W.A.T. teams would take advice?

So next time a crisis arises 

Just send in some cute little girls

Or sign up a Police force of children

Aged about eight with curls.