LITTLE RED HAIRED RUNNING HOOD
Grandma woke her out of her cosy bed,
Shoulder length hair, which was beautiful and red.
Blue skies and sun, the day was all good,
This is Sharon Tonner, music maestro, 'Running Hood'.
She's going to meet her friends, the three little pigs.
They live close by, but in totally different digs.
Houses of straw, wood and brick as well,
Who stayed in what one, she really couldn’t tell.
Taking a shortcut through the fern enriched wood,
Thinking that there'd be plenty time, for loads of drink and food.
With her basket full of wine, beer and nibbles,
She also had tissues, to catch piggies' dribbles.
Skipping gaily in and out of the green trees,
Watching flutterbyes, little birds and buzzing bees.
Sharon couldn't wait to see her chums; all three.
Sharing stories, hearty laughs and plenty of 'tee-hee'.
Suddenly a noise behind her, the breaking of a twig,
Hiding in the bushes, it was black, hairy and big.
Starting to run, hence her wee nickname
Was Running Hood being stalked, for fair game?
Running faster, from a wolf she must flee
The houses in the distance she can barely see.
The basket is lost, along with all her stuff,
Not giving a toss, she can't run fast enough!
With the wolf chasing, he's hot on her trail,
Running Hood's legs a blur, her arms start to flail.
She gets to the clearing, the houses are nearby,
Getting to the straw one, 'help me please!' was her cry.
Piggy one, lets her in his wee, warm house,
Running Hood is shaking, like a grey field mouse.
The wolf now appears, in the open ground,
Roaring away, threatening to blow the house down.
Piggy and Sharon, are hugging with fear,
Knowing that the big bad wolf, is getting very near.
'I'll huff and I'll puff!' the wolf says with a huge grin,
'I'll blow your straw house down, if you don't let me in!'
With the first little piggy, defiant as hell,
Moves Sharon to 'safety' and then starts to yell.
'You big bad wolf, I won't let you in…'
'Not for the hair on my chinny, chin, chin!'
With a huff and a puff, the wolf has blown,
Straw everywhere and the friends have been thrown.
They run away to the next piggy's abode,
Not far away, a few hundred meters, up the road.
Wolfie blows the wooden house to bits,
There are now three, scared out of their wits.
After arriving at the third place of stay,
The wolf thinks nothing will get in his way.
Built with bricks and mortar, the house won't fall,
The big bad one must make the call.
He huffed and puffed and then with a frown,
Got on the roof, so the chimney he could climb down.
Thinking he's got them, trapped at the back,
The front door opens and there stands Jack.
'Come with me, if you all want to live!'
'We can climb my beanstalk, a hand I will give.'
'For this magic bean, I exchanged my cow,'
'This beanstalk appeared so quickly, I don't know how.'
'We can scramble to safety and must not stop,
Find out what's up there, at the very top.'
Having escaped the wolf, they will now see,
What's at the top of this beanstalk 'tree'.
Peering through the stalk's overgrown leaves.
They all see something, that no-one believes.
A gigantic castle at the top of this enormous plant,
Stealthily sneaking towards it, getting caught, they can't.
They get inside, but can't believe their own eyes,
There's lots of gold and riches, to their surprise.
There's a 'droning' noise coming from close by,
It's a great giant snoring, on his back he does lie.
He grunts and scratches, then he turns round,
The five friends scatter, hiding on the ground.
The not so Jolly Green Giant opens his eyes,
Sniffs the air and slaps his massive thighs.
'Fee fi fo fum, I smell the bloods of bacon and hu-man!'
'I must find these critters, before they can run!'
Gripped with fear, but they must be brave,
If their little lives, they are going to save.
They must befriend the giant, if they want to survive.
Get him to kill the big bad wolf, they had to connive.
After a long chase and the giant is so out of breath,
'We really need your help', said Jack. 'Not your wealth'
Tired and confused, the giant eats some chicken,
Tossing the bones and his fingers he's lickin'.
'NOW!' He roars, in his 'Brian Blessed' voice,
With a toothy grin, he says, 'THERE IS NO CHOICE!'
'First we eat, then we will find the big bad beast…
Take him down and again, later we will feast!'
So, down the beanstalk all of them climb,
To find this wolf and end this epic rhyme.
They hunt the woods and find nothing there,
Has he left, or is he hiding in his lair?
Scouring some more through the evergreens,
Giant sniffs the air, all is not what it seems.
There's an odour of wolf in the dank and musky air,
They are close to the beast, now's the time to snare.
Cow'rin with fear, the wolf starts to sniffle and cry,
'Please don't kill me, I'm not ready to die…'
The friends look at each other, now what do they do,
Will they forgive the snivelling coward, who won't even say 'BOO!'?
What if together, they all became as one?
Friends forever and having lots of fun.
Deciding to give the wolf a chance,
They all hug tightly and have a dance.
Now, the Big Bad Wolf doesn't exist anymore,
Nobody's afraid of him, it's opened a new door,
Looking for the basket, so they can all get pissed,
No more enemies and it will not be missed.
Grandma woke her out of her cosy bed,
Shoulder length hair, which was beautiful and red.
Blue skies and sun, the day was all good,
This is Sharon Tonner, music maestro, 'Running Hood'.
She's going to meet her friends, the three little pigs.
They live close by, but in totally different digs.
Houses of straw, wood and brick as well,
Who stayed in what one, she really couldn’t tell.
Taking a shortcut through the fern enriched wood,
Thinking that there'd be plenty time, for loads of drink and food.
With her basket full of wine, beer and nibbles,
She also had tissues, to catch piggies' dribbles.
Skipping gaily in and out of the green trees,
Watching flutterbyes, little birds and buzzing bees.
Sharon couldn't wait to see her chums; all three.
Sharing stories, hearty laughs and plenty of 'tee-hee'.
Suddenly a noise behind her, the breaking of a twig,
Hiding in the bushes, it was black, hairy and big.
Starting to run, hence her wee nickname
Was Running Hood being stalked, for fair game?
Running faster, from a wolf she must flee
The houses in the distance she can barely see.
The basket is lost, along with all her stuff,
Not giving a toss, she can't run fast enough!
With the wolf chasing, he's hot on her trail,
Running Hood's legs a blur, her arms start to flail.
She gets to the clearing, the houses are nearby,
Getting to the straw one, 'help me please!' was her cry.
Piggy one, lets her in his wee, warm house,
Running Hood is shaking, like a grey field mouse.
The wolf now appears, in the open ground,
Roaring away, threatening to blow the house down.
Piggy and Sharon, are hugging with fear,
Knowing that the big bad wolf, is getting very near.
'I'll huff and I'll puff!' the wolf says with a huge grin,
'I'll blow your straw house down, if you don't let me in!'
With the first little piggy, defiant as hell,
Moves Sharon to 'safety' and then starts to yell.
'You big bad wolf, I won't let you in…'
'Not for the hair on my chinny, chin, chin!'
With a huff and a puff, the wolf has blown,
Straw everywhere and the friends have been thrown.
They run away to the next piggy's abode,
Not far away, a few hundred meters, up the road.
Wolfie blows the wooden house to bits,
There are now three, scared out of their wits.
After arriving at the third place of stay,
The wolf thinks nothing will get in his way.
Built with bricks and mortar, the house won't fall,
The big bad one must make the call.
He huffed and puffed and then with a frown,
Got on the roof, so the chimney he could climb down.
Thinking he's got them, trapped at the back,
The front door opens and there stands Jack.
'Come with me, if you all want to live!'
'We can climb my beanstalk, a hand I will give.'
'For this magic bean, I exchanged my cow,'
'This beanstalk appeared so quickly, I don't know how.'
'We can scramble to safety and must not stop,
Find out what's up there, at the very top.'
Having escaped the wolf, they will now see,
What's at the top of this beanstalk 'tree'.
Peering through the stalk's overgrown leaves.
They all see something, that no-one believes.
A gigantic castle at the top of this enormous plant,
Stealthily sneaking towards it, getting caught, they can't.
They get inside, but can't believe their own eyes,
There's lots of gold and riches, to their surprise.
There's a 'droning' noise coming from close by,
It's a great giant snoring, on his back he does lie.
He grunts and scratches, then he turns round,
The five friends scatter, hiding on the ground.
The not so Jolly Green Giant opens his eyes,
Sniffs the air and slaps his massive thighs.
'Fee fi fo fum, I smell the bloods of bacon and hu-man!'
'I must find these critters, before they can run!'
Gripped with fear, but they must be brave,
If their little lives, they are going to save.
They must befriend the giant, if they want to survive.
Get him to kill the big bad wolf, they had to connive.
After a long chase and the giant is so out of breath,
'We really need your help', said Jack. 'Not your wealth'
Tired and confused, the giant eats some chicken,
Tossing the bones and his fingers he's lickin'.
'NOW!' He roars, in his 'Brian Blessed' voice,
With a toothy grin, he says, 'THERE IS NO CHOICE!'
'First we eat, then we will find the big bad beast…
Take him down and again, later we will feast!'
So, down the beanstalk all of them climb,
To find this wolf and end this epic rhyme.
They hunt the woods and find nothing there,
Has he left, or is he hiding in his lair?
Scouring some more through the evergreens,
Giant sniffs the air, all is not what it seems.
There's an odour of wolf in the dank and musky air,
They are close to the beast, now's the time to snare.
Cow'rin with fear, the wolf starts to sniffle and cry,
'Please don't kill me, I'm not ready to die…'
The friends look at each other, now what do they do,
Will they forgive the snivelling coward, who won't even say 'BOO!'?
What if together, they all became as one?
Friends forever and having lots of fun.
Deciding to give the wolf a chance,
They all hug tightly and have a dance.
Now, the Big Bad Wolf doesn't exist anymore,
Nobody's afraid of him, it's opened a new door,
Looking for the basket, so they can all get pissed,
No more enemies and it will not be missed.
The End.
Shoulder length hair, which was beautiful and red.
Blue skies and sun, the day was all good,
This is Sharon Tonner, music maestro, 'Running Hood'.
She's going to meet her friends, the three little pigs.
They live close by, but in totally different digs.
Houses of straw, wood and brick as well,
Who stayed in what one, she really couldn’t tell.
Taking a shortcut through the fern enriched wood,
Thinking that there'd be plenty time, for loads of drink and food.
With her basket full of wine, beer and nibbles,
She also had tissues, to catch piggies' dribbles.
Skipping gaily in and out of the green trees,
Watching flutterbyes, little birds and buzzing bees.
Sharon couldn't wait to see her chums; all three.
Sharing stories, hearty laughs and plenty of 'tee-hee'.
Suddenly a noise behind her, the breaking of a twig,
Hiding in the bushes, it was black, hairy and big.
Starting to run, hence her wee nickname
Was Running Hood being stalked, for fair game?
Running faster, from a wolf she must flee
The houses in the distance she can barely see.
The basket is lost, along with all her stuff,
Not giving a toss, she can't run fast enough!
With the wolf chasing, he's hot on her trail,
Running Hood's legs a blur, her arms start to flail.
She gets to the clearing, the houses are nearby,
Getting to the straw one, 'help me please!' was her cry.
Piggy one, lets her in his wee, warm house,
Running Hood is shaking, like a grey field mouse.
The wolf now appears, in the open ground,
Roaring away, threatening to blow the house down.
Piggy and Sharon, are hugging with fear,
Knowing that the big bad wolf, is getting very near.
'I'll huff and I'll puff!' the wolf says with a huge grin,
'I'll blow your straw house down, if you don't let me in!'
With the first little piggy, defiant as hell,
Moves Sharon to 'safety' and then starts to yell.
'You big bad wolf, I won't let you in…'
'Not for the hair on my chinny, chin, chin!'
With a huff and a puff, the wolf has blown,
Straw everywhere and the friends have been thrown.
They run away to the next piggy's abode,
Not far away, a few hundred meters, up the road.
Wolfie blows the wooden house to bits,
There are now three, scared out of their wits.
After arriving at the third place of stay,
The wolf thinks nothing will get in his way.
Built with bricks and mortar, the house won't fall,
The big bad one must make the call.
He huffed and puffed and then with a frown,
Got on the roof, so the chimney he could climb down.
Thinking he's got them, trapped at the back,
The front door opens and there stands Jack.
'Come with me, if you all want to live!'
'We can climb my beanstalk, a hand I will give.'
'For this magic bean, I exchanged my cow,'
'This beanstalk appeared so quickly, I don't know how.'
'We can scramble to safety and must not stop,
Find out what's up there, at the very top.'
Having escaped the wolf, they will now see,
What's at the top of this beanstalk 'tree'.
Peering through the stalk's overgrown leaves.
They all see something, that no-one believes.
A gigantic castle at the top of this enormous plant,
Stealthily sneaking towards it, getting caught, they can't.
They get inside, but can't believe their own eyes,
There's lots of gold and riches, to their surprise.
There's a 'droning' noise coming from close by,
It's a great giant snoring, on his back he does lie.
He grunts and scratches, then he turns round,
The five friends scatter, hiding on the ground.
The not so Jolly Green Giant opens his eyes,
Sniffs the air and slaps his massive thighs.
'Fee fi fo fum, I smell the bloods of bacon and hu-man!'
'I must find these critters, before they can run!'
Gripped with fear, but they must be brave,
If their little lives, they are going to save.
They must befriend the giant, if they want to survive.
Get him to kill the big bad wolf, they had to connive.
After a long chase and the giant is so out of breath,
'We really need your help', said Jack. 'Not your wealth'
Tired and confused, the giant eats some chicken,
Tossing the bones and his fingers he's lickin'.
'NOW!' He roars, in his 'Brian Blessed' voice,
With a toothy grin, he says, 'THERE IS NO CHOICE!'
'First we eat, then we will find the big bad beast…
Take him down and again, later we will feast!'
So, down the beanstalk all of them climb,
To find this wolf and end this epic rhyme.
They hunt the woods and find nothing there,
Has he left, or is he hiding in his lair?
Scouring some more through the evergreens,
Giant sniffs the air, all is not what it seems.
There's an odour of wolf in the dank and musky air,
They are close to the beast, now's the time to snare.
Cow'rin with fear, the wolf starts to sniffle and cry,
'Please don't kill me, I'm not ready to die…'
The friends look at each other, now what do they do,
Will they forgive the snivelling coward, who won't even say 'BOO!'?
What if together, they all became as one?
Friends forever and having lots of fun.
Deciding to give the wolf a chance,
They all hug tightly and have a dance.
Now, the Big Bad Wolf doesn't exist anymore,
Nobody's afraid of him, it's opened a new door,
Looking for the basket, so they can all get pissed,
No more enemies and it will not be missed.
Grandma woke her out of her cosy bed,
Shoulder length hair, which was beautiful and red.
Blue skies and sun, the day was all good,
This is Sharon Tonner, music maestro, 'Running Hood'.
She's going to meet her friends, the three little pigs.
They live close by, but in totally different digs.
Houses of straw, wood and brick as well,
Who stayed in what one, she really couldn’t tell.
Taking a shortcut through the fern enriched wood,
Thinking that there'd be plenty time, for loads of drink and food.
With her basket full of wine, beer and nibbles,
She also had tissues, to catch piggies' dribbles.
Skipping gaily in and out of the green trees,
Watching flutterbyes, little birds and buzzing bees.
Sharon couldn't wait to see her chums; all three.
Sharing stories, hearty laughs and plenty of 'tee-hee'.
Suddenly a noise behind her, the breaking of a twig,
Hiding in the bushes, it was black, hairy and big.
Starting to run, hence her wee nickname
Was Running Hood being stalked, for fair game?
Running faster, from a wolf she must flee
The houses in the distance she can barely see.
The basket is lost, along with all her stuff,
Not giving a toss, she can't run fast enough!
With the wolf chasing, he's hot on her trail,
Running Hood's legs a blur, her arms start to flail.
She gets to the clearing, the houses are nearby,
Getting to the straw one, 'help me please!' was her cry.
Piggy one, lets her in his wee, warm house,
Running Hood is shaking, like a grey field mouse.
The wolf now appears, in the open ground,
Roaring away, threatening to blow the house down.
Piggy and Sharon, are hugging with fear,
Knowing that the big bad wolf, is getting very near.
'I'll huff and I'll puff!' the wolf says with a huge grin,
'I'll blow your straw house down, if you don't let me in!'
With the first little piggy, defiant as hell,
Moves Sharon to 'safety' and then starts to yell.
'You big bad wolf, I won't let you in…'
'Not for the hair on my chinny, chin, chin!'
With a huff and a puff, the wolf has blown,
Straw everywhere and the friends have been thrown.
They run away to the next piggy's abode,
Not far away, a few hundred meters, up the road.
Wolfie blows the wooden house to bits,
There are now three, scared out of their wits.
After arriving at the third place of stay,
The wolf thinks nothing will get in his way.
Built with bricks and mortar, the house won't fall,
The big bad one must make the call.
He huffed and puffed and then with a frown,
Got on the roof, so the chimney he could climb down.
Thinking he's got them, trapped at the back,
The front door opens and there stands Jack.
'Come with me, if you all want to live!'
'We can climb my beanstalk, a hand I will give.'
'For this magic bean, I exchanged my cow,'
'This beanstalk appeared so quickly, I don't know how.'
'We can scramble to safety and must not stop,
Find out what's up there, at the very top.'
Having escaped the wolf, they will now see,
What's at the top of this beanstalk 'tree'.
Peering through the stalk's overgrown leaves.
They all see something, that no-one believes.
A gigantic castle at the top of this enormous plant,
Stealthily sneaking towards it, getting caught, they can't.
They get inside, but can't believe their own eyes,
There's lots of gold and riches, to their surprise.
There's a 'droning' noise coming from close by,
It's a great giant snoring, on his back he does lie.
He grunts and scratches, then he turns round,
The five friends scatter, hiding on the ground.
The not so Jolly Green Giant opens his eyes,
Sniffs the air and slaps his massive thighs.
'Fee fi fo fum, I smell the bloods of bacon and hu-man!'
'I must find these critters, before they can run!'
Gripped with fear, but they must be brave,
If their little lives, they are going to save.
They must befriend the giant, if they want to survive.
Get him to kill the big bad wolf, they had to connive.
After a long chase and the giant is so out of breath,
'We really need your help', said Jack. 'Not your wealth'
Tired and confused, the giant eats some chicken,
Tossing the bones and his fingers he's lickin'.
'NOW!' He roars, in his 'Brian Blessed' voice,
With a toothy grin, he says, 'THERE IS NO CHOICE!'
'First we eat, then we will find the big bad beast…
Take him down and again, later we will feast!'
So, down the beanstalk all of them climb,
To find this wolf and end this epic rhyme.
They hunt the woods and find nothing there,
Has he left, or is he hiding in his lair?
Scouring some more through the evergreens,
Giant sniffs the air, all is not what it seems.
There's an odour of wolf in the dank and musky air,
They are close to the beast, now's the time to snare.
Cow'rin with fear, the wolf starts to sniffle and cry,
'Please don't kill me, I'm not ready to die…'
The friends look at each other, now what do they do,
Will they forgive the snivelling coward, who won't even say 'BOO!'?
What if together, they all became as one?
Friends forever and having lots of fun.
Deciding to give the wolf a chance,
They all hug tightly and have a dance.
Now, the Big Bad Wolf doesn't exist anymore,
Nobody's afraid of him, it's opened a new door,
Looking for the basket, so they can all get pissed,
No more enemies and it will not be missed.
The End.
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