Little Red Riding Hood, they called her Hip,
With sneakers laced tight, she was ready to zip.
Off to grandma’s house through the trees she strode,
But a goofy old wolf kept blocking the road.The wolf hatched a plan, but he wasn’t too bright,
Tripped on a log and fell with a bite!
Hip laughed so hard she could barely stand,
“Face it, Big Bad, I’m quicker and grand!”She zipped to granny’s, safe and good,
Outsmarting the wolf, as a clever Hood should.