Red Hood

Got a basket on my arm, got a skip in my shoe, Whistlin’ through the forest like I always do, Grandma waits with cookies, tea is getting cold, But the trees keep swingin’ secrets never told. Then I hear a voice go “Hey there, sweet!” Big old grin and furry feet, Oh my my, what a sight to see, Mr. Wolf with charm and teeth. Oh swing it, swing it, red hood rock! I don’t scare easy, tick-tock-tock, Big bad wolf, you talk so slick, But I dance faster than your trick! He says, “Where you goin’, little miss in red?” I say, “Forward, honey, use your head!” Eyes like spotlights, grin too wide, But I got rhythm and I got pride. He runs the long way, thinks he’s smart, Shortcut queen? That’s my part! Tap-tap shoes on the forest floor, Who’s knockin’ first at Grandma’s door? Oh swing it, swing it, red hood spin! This story’s not where wolves just win, Big bad paws, big bad show, But I got sass and I steal the flow! What big eyes – yeah, I see the joke, What big teeth – now that’s bespoke! But darling wolf, you missed one thing: I laugh loud and I jazz-hand swing! Now listen, fur-face… This ain’t a tragedy, it’s a dance floor! Swing it, swing it, red hood fly! Fairy tales with a winked eye, From woods to stage, I steal the show, Little Red’s the boss, you know! So clap your paws and tap your feet, Fairy tales sound better with a beat, Wolf may howl, but here’s the truth – Red Hood’s got swing, sass, and youth!