Fairy Tales for Family
Today's installment:
Come away with me, into the woods
The path is no place for little girls
Can’t you see where it leads?
An old toothless spinster, helpless in bed
Worn out, torn down, by hard work and age
Is that where you want to go?
Is that who you want to be?
Wouldn’t it be better
To run free through the trees?
The path is hard and rough, calloused by hundreds of feet
Come feel the caress of soft moss beneath your paws!
Little girl, with your scarlet cloak,
Have you ever felt the bare wind in your ruff?
Do you know the sweet smell of life, and death
Or the sharp tang of fresh blood on your tongue,
Ten times sweeter than custard.
Come away with me, into the woods
Where you can chase butterflies all day long
And catch them too!
Where you can run free through the hills all night
And howl yourself to the blessed moon!
And in the morning all they will find
At the edge of their precious path:
An empty basket, and a huddle of torn red cloth.
Come away with me, into the woods
The path is no place for little girls
Can’t you see where it leads?
An old toothless spinster, helpless in bed
Worn out, torn down, by hard work and age
Is that where you want to go?
Is that who you want to be?
Wouldn’t it be better
To run free through the trees?
The path is hard and rough, calloused by hundreds of feet
Come feel the caress of soft moss beneath your paws!
Little girl, with your scarlet cloak,
Have you ever felt the bare wind in your ruff?
Do you know the sweet smell of life, and death
Or the sharp tang of fresh blood on your tongue,
Ten times sweeter than custard.
Come away with me, into the woods
Where you can chase butterflies all day long
And catch them too!
Where you can run free through the hills all night
And howl yourself to the blessed moon!
And in the morning all they will find
At the edge of their precious path:
An empty basket, and a huddle of torn red cloth.