Little Miss Red
Little Miss Redgot up out of bedto go and visit her granpicked up her coatand a five pound noteruns out of her caravanthrough the dark wooddressed in her red hoodher basket on her armfeels someone is theresees a wolf, what a scare !but she`d never come to harmfor in her pocketfound next to her Locketshe carries a small pistolif he comes too nearhe can join big brown bearsweeping the streets of Bristol !so off she skipsa smile on her lipscan`t wait to see her Grandmothershe`ll have such funplaying out in the sunbest place to be through the summer !© Lissie's Poems 2025Image found on pinterest
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