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                            Red Riding Hood

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           Entered according to Act of Congress in the year
             1863, by L. PRANG & CO. in Clerk's office of
                      the district court of Mass.



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    There was a lonely cabin
    Within a dark, old wood,
    And in it, with her mother
    There dwelt Red Riding Hood.

    The tall old trees above them
    Their winter fire supplied
    When Autumn's flaming sunsets
    From their red leaves had died.

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    The rippling brook, their water
    From far off mountains brought;
    And prattled of their summits
    In icy statues wrought.

    For them, the squirrels hoarded
    Their nuts in hollow trees;
    And pounds of sweetest honey
    Were made them by the bees;

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    To gather these together
    Was work enough to do;
    Little Red Riding Hood thought so,
    An so, no doubt, would you.

    Blushing beneath her fingers
    Looked up the berries red;
    The flowers seemed to know her
    And listened for her tread.

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    For she was good and loving
    And beautiful as good,
    With daily acts of kindness,
    Little Red Riding Hood.

    Afar off, in the forest,
    There lived her grandam old;
    And she was poor and needy,
    And often sick and cold.

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    And once a week, her grandchild
    Would walk the lonely wood,
    And carry little bundles
    Of <DW19>s and of food.

    One morn the mother started
    The maid upon her way,
    And said, "now you must carry
    To grandmamma to day."

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    "This little pot of butter
    I've churned so nice and sweet;
    And mind not stop and prattle
    With any one you meet!"

    Then through the shady forest
    The little maiden went;
    And though her steps were fleetest,
    The day was well nigh spent,

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    When nearby through her journey,
    An old, gaunt Wolf she spied,
    Who wagged his tail, and humbly
    Came walking by her side;

    And said, "my little maiden,
    How very fair you are!
    You really look quite handsome!
    Where do you walk so far?"

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    Forgetful of her mother,
    She stopped and told him where;
    Then said the Wolf, so cunning,
    "What is it that you bear?"

    Forgetful of her mother,
    She stood and told him what;
    "Tis butter, for my grandma,
    Packed nicely in this pot."

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    Then said the Wolf, "good by dear;
    Perhaps we'll meet again!"
    Then swiftly on he hastened,
    Swiftly through dale and glen,

    And running reached before her
    The cabin grey and old;
    Her grandmamma was absent--
    He quickly did infold

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    Himself in cap and night gown
    Then quickly on the bed,
    Closely upon the pillow
    He laid his grizzly head.

    Red Riding Hood soon entered;
    "O, grandmamma, see here!
    A little pot of butter!"
    Where is my grandma dear?

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    "Here," said the Wolf, well feigning,
    Her grandma's voice, so weak;
    "I'm here, so sick my darling,
    That I can scarcely speak!"

    "Take off your clothes my darling,
    Upon the bed come lie;
    When you are here beside me
    I'll be better by and by!"

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    Red Riding Hood obeyed her
    And got upon the bed;
    "O grandmamma how altered
    You are!" she quickly said

    "O what GREAT EYES my grandma!
    They never looked so before--"
    "That's to see you the better my darling,
    The larger, to see you more!"

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    "What a GREAT NOSE my grandma
    It never looked so before!"
    "That's to smell you better, my darling;
    The larger to smell you more!"

    "And what GREAT HANDS my grandma
    They never looked so before!"
    "That's to hold you tight my darling
    And to hug you more and more!"

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    "What a GREAT MOUTH my grandma!
    As large as your tin cup!"
    "That's to open wide my beauty
    And then to eat you up!"

    Then he opened his great mouth wider
    To eat her like a bird
    But at that dreadful moment
    A hunter's gun was heard

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    The Wolf fell dead and bleeding--
    Then grandma hastened in--
    For she had seen the peril
    The danger that had been!

    Red Riding Hood wept sadly
    And sorrowed more and more,
    That she'd disobeyed her mother--
    Which she never did before.

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    And she thought with fear & trembling
    Of the death that came so near!
    And she said the fright had taught her
    To mind her mother dear.

    Then listen, all ye children,
    And mind your mother's word!
    For the great WOLF, men call EVIL
    Is prowling round unheard!

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    _Written & Designed by LYDIA L. VERY._
                 Published by
                L. PRANG & Co.
    _No. 159 Washington St. Boston, Mass._





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