Little Red Riding Hood Song

Little Red Riding Hood – Originally by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs

Who’s that I see walking in these woods?
Why it’s Little Red Riding Hood.

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.

Listen to me!
Little Red Riding Hood,
I don’t think little big girls should.
Go walking’ in these spooky old woods alone.

What big eyes you have,
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don’t get chased,
I think I ought to walk with you for a way.
What full lips you have.
They’re sure to lure someone bad.
So until you get to Gramma’s place,
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

I’m gonna keep my sheep suit on,
‘Til I’m sure you’ve been shown,
That I cam be trusted walkin’ with you alone. (Howl!)

Little Red Riding Hood,
I’d like to hold you if I could.
But you might think I’m a big bad wolf, so I won’t.

What a big heart I have,
The Better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood,
Even big bad wolves can be good.
I’ll try to keep satisfied,
Just to walk by you’re side.
Maybe you’ll see things my way,
Before we get to Gramma’s place.

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.
Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.
Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are lookin’ good,
You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.


When you really think about it some of the stuff we cook/ bake is really kind of odd. Who ever got the idea to wrap fruit up in sugar and dough and then bake it for an hour? If you had never eaten a pie, would that sound just great and delicious to you?

We will be doing the Canadian Thanksgiving this coming weekend. The pie baking has begun. From Friday until sometime late on Sunday the house will be full of people. Times like these make me wonder if I was really meant to be a hermit. I know I’m not the social butterfly type. But, I never feel more like disappearing through a crack in the floor than when I am surrounded by family. Mostly they mean well. Mostly they don’t feel any need to censor themselves. Mostly they seem to look at me as if I’m the goodie goodie version of the black sheep of the family.

Anyway, enough about that.

Would you like to be a hermit? I think I would not like the grubby part of it. I’d rather have a shower, a hot one. I’d rather have lovely scented soap and shampoo. But it would be nice to be alone. There is something about being alone that makes me feel myself.

Go Car-less

Do you wish we had horses instead of cars?

I think I’d like a pair of those huge Clydesdales. In their spare time they can munch grass. No more lawn mowing or worrying about weeds. Actually, you could plant your whole lawn in clover and the horses would love it. I’ve read you can’t use horse manure in the garden though. Only sheep, cow or bird dung will do. But, when have I let good advice keep me from trying something. (Notice, that was not a question).

What kind of horse would you pick? Maybe something sporty and fast? Some people would settle for nothing less than a pure bred. I’d prefer a horse mutt, if there are such things. Likely there are. I suppose wild horses are a type of horse mutt. No one keeps track of where (or who) they’ve been around.

Of course, horses don’t have the horse power of modern cars. On the bright side, think of how few traffic accidents there would be. You can’t wrap your horse around a tree, even if you try, the horse just isn’t as stupid as you are. Horse transport would be great for drinkers and drivers, once the horse knew the way home no one would need to bother taking your keys away from you. Not that you’d have keys. Just a feed bag to keep the horse from getting completely bored while waiting outside for you.

Horses would be a bonus on the environment too. No more pollution from cars. They would even be much easier to get rid of when they die. Just dig a big hole and push them in. No worries about disposing of hazardous waste. Just all natural ingrediants, fully recyclable. Digging the hole would be the only hard part. But, that’s the sort of thing we have men and kids for. Just suggest the kids dig to China (show them a globe of the world if possible) then let hubby ‘fix’ the hole later. Of course, women can dig too, we just don’t have to.

So, scrap your car today. Think of all the money you will save on gas, insurance and general bank suckingness.