The good grandmother, who was in bed

Because she was feeling a bit unwell,

Cried out, "Pull the peg, and the latch will fall."

The Wolf pulled the peg, and the door opened.

He threw himself upon the good woman

And devoured her in no time,

For he had not eaten in more than three days.

Then he shut the door and went to lie down

In the grandmother's bed,

Waiting for Little Red Riding Hood,