The Project Gutenberg eBook of Red Riding Hood
Title: Red Riding Hood
Author: Lydia L. A. Very
Release date: April 2, 2010 [eBook #31868]
Most recently updated: January 6, 2021
Language: English
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Red Riding Hood
Entered according to Act of Congress in the year
1863, by L. Prang & Co. in Clerk’s office of
the district court of Mass.
Within a dark, old wood,
And in it, with her mother
There dwelt Red Riding Hood.
Their winter fire supplied
When Autumn’s flaming sunsets
From their red leaves had died.
From far off mountains brought;
And prattled of their summits
In icy statues wrought.
Their nuts in hollow trees;
And pounds of sweetest honey
Were made them by the bees;
Was work enough to do;
Little Red Riding Hood thought so,
An so, no doubt, would you.
Looked up the berries red;
The flowers seemed to know her
And listened for her tread.
And beautiful as good,
With daily acts of kindness,
Little Red Riding Hood.
There lived her grandam old;
And she was poor and needy,
And often sick and cold.
Would walk the lonely wood,
And carry little bundles
Of faggots and of food.
The maid upon her way,
And said, “now you must carry
To grandmamma to day.”
I’ve churned so nice and sweet;
And mind not stop and prattle
With any one you meet!”
The little maiden went;
And though her steps were fleetest,
The day was well nigh spent,
An old, gaunt Wolf she spied,
Who wagged his tail, and humbly
Came walking by her side;
How very fair you are!
You really look quite handsome!
Where do you walk so far?”
She stopped and told him where;
Then said the Wolf, so cunning,
“What is it that you bear?”
She stood and told him what;
“Tis butter, for my grandma,
Packed nicely in this pot.”
Perhaps we’ll meet again!”
Then swiftly on he hastened,
Swiftly through dale and glen,
The cabin grey and old;
Her grandmamma was absent—
He quickly did infold
Then quickly on the bed,
Closely upon the pillow
He laid his grizzly head.
“O, grandmamma, see here!
A little pot of butter!”
Where is my grandma dear?
Her grandma’s voice, so weak;
“I’m here, so sick my darling,
That I can scarcely speak!”
Upon the bed come lie;
When you are here beside me
I’ll be better by and by!”
And got upon the bed;
“O grandmamma how altered
You are!” she quickly said
They never looked so before—”
“That’s to see you the better my darling,
The larger, to see you more!”
It never looked so before!”
“That’s to smell you better, my darling;
The larger to smell you more!”
They never looked so before!”
“That’s to hold you tight my darling
And to hug you more and more!”
As large as your tin cup!”
“That’s to open wide my beauty
And then to eat you up!”
To eat her like a bird
But at that dreadful moment
A hunter’s gun was heard
Then grandma hastened in—
For she had seen the peril
The danger that had been!
And sorrowed more and more,
That she’d disobeyed her mother—
Which she never did before.
Of the death that came so near!
And she said the fright had taught her
To mind her mother dear.
And mind your mother’s word!
For the great WOLF, men call EVIL
Is prowling round unheard!
Written & Designed by LYDIA L. VERY.
Published by
L. PRANG & Co.
Nº. 159 Washington S.t Boston, Mass.