This is the story not often told.
For it is quite sad with much to be-told.
It is a story of a little girl.
Who hid HERSELF from the rest of the world.
Hidden away her hatred grew
for the society she wished to slew.
It was because of them that Little Red
traveled the forest with the cloth on her head.
All day and all night with nothing to do.
For all the people did in town was judge you.
The red cape was so she would stand out in the woods when she played alone.
It was how her mother recognized her bones.
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