When we were young, but old enough for us to understand
We all believed in fairies, and the folks in fairy land.
But the modern child is runnin’ wild.
He wants to know too much.
He’s never understood
About Red Riding Hood.

How could Little Red Riding Hood
Have been so very good
And still keep the wolf from the door?
Job? Father? Mother? No ! She had none.
So where in the world did the money come from?
I need to ask it:
Who filled her basket?
The story books never tell
They say that she found a wolf in Granny’s bed
With a great big sun bonnet pulled over his head
But sometimes I wonder what she found instead
How could Little Red Riding Hood
Have been so very very good
And still kept the wolf from the door?

How could Red Riding Hood
Have been so very good
And still keep the wolf from the door?
Why was she dressed up in her bright flaming red
Unless she expected to knock someone dead?
Why did she ramble?
She knew it was a gamble
She was out in the woods for no good
They say she was a maid most discrete
And there’s no doubt about it, she must have been sweet.
But you know and I know that even sweet girls must eat.
How could Little Red Riding Hood
Have been so very good
And still keep the wolf from the door?

I ask you, how could Little Red Riding Hood
Have been so very good
And still keep the wolf from the door?
I’ve heard of many strange things in New York
But who ever heard of a wolf that could talk?
I hate to doubt it,
But there’s something about it
That sounds mighty funny to me.
I don’t believe that any one of those fairy tales is true
Who was the father of all the little children of the woman that lived in the shoe?
Say, how could Little Red Riding Hood
Have been so very good
And still keep the wolf from the door?