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Chocolate chip cookie...

Chocolate chip cookie...

Run little red riding hood
For these cookies smell good
Forget about there slobbering noise
Distract yourself from their horrible claws

If she turns on the light, will everything go away
Chocolate chip cookies for dear nana to taste
I can't drop them for there are wolves astray
I do hope I get there, just to see her loving face

These are not bulls so why chase my hood coloured red
The skulls around me, I'm thinking someone must of bled
The beasts seem angry and I'm nowhere near ringing the door bell
Their eyes look hungry, I best hurry as I don't think they've been fed

Run little red riding hood
For these cookies smell good
Forget about there slobbering noise
Distract yourself from their horrible claws

Through the forest, past the creaking trees
I'm sure I'm sleeping and this is a dream
They are getting faster and howling at me
I've lost my candle, so guide me moon beam

Running as fast as I can but not moving, I must be asleep
These animals I thought were wolves are in fact sheep
I've opened my eyes looked at the clock and a sigh of relief
So as I see the fence for them ready to jump, I start counting 1, 2, 3.....

night night.... Hahaha!Ā 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks for reading I had such fun writing this ??

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James unsworth

This was great wayne great humour by using little red riding hood ? ??

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