Sweet Little Myth Of The Nursery Story - Earliest Love Of Mine Infantile Breast, Be Something Tangible, Bloom In Thy Glory Into Existence, As Thou Art Addressed! Hasten! Appear To Me, Guileless And Good - Thou Are So Dear To Me, Red Riding-Hood! Azure-Blue Eyes, In A Marvel Of Wonder, Over The Dawn Of A Blush Breaking Out; Sensitive Nose, With A Little Smile Under Trying To Hide In A Blossoming Pout - Couldn't Be Serious, Try As You Would, Little Mysterious Red Riding-Hood! Hah! Little Girl, It Is Desolate, Lonely, Out In This Gloomy Old Forest Of Life! - Here Are Not Pansies And Buttercups Only - Brambles And Briers As Keen As A Knife; And A Heart, Ravenous, Trails In The Wood For The Meal Have He Must, - Red Riding-Hood!