Little Red Riding-hood. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBC DEDEDF GHGHGH HIHIHI JKLMLK NONONO HPHPHQ RSNSNS TUTUVW HXHXHX YZYZYZ A2HB2HB2H C2C2D2XXX| Versified by Mrs Clara Doty Bates | A |
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| If you listen children I will tell | B |
| The story of little Red Riding hood | C |
| Such wonderful wonderful things befell | B |
| Her and her grandmother old and good | C |
| So old she was never very well | B |
| Who lived in a cottage in a wood | C |
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| Little Red Riding hood every day | D |
| Whatever the weather shine or storm | E |
| To see her grandmother tripped away | D |
| With a scarlet hood to keep her warm | E |
| And a little mantle soft and gay | D |
| And a basket of goodies on her arm | F |
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| A pat of butter and cakes of cheese | G |
| Were stored in the napkin nice and neat | H |
| As she danced along beneath the trees | G |
| As light as a shadow were her feet | H |
| And she hummed such tunes as the bumble bees | G |
| Hum when the clover tops are sweet | H |
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| But an ugly wolf by chance espied | H |
| The child and marked her for his prize | I |
| What are you carrying there he cried | H |
| Is it some fresh baked cakes and pies | I |
| And he walked along close by her side | H |
| And sniffed and rolled his hungry eyes | I |
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| A basket of things for granny it is | J |
| She answered brightly without fear | K |
| Oh I know her very well sweet miss | L |
| Two roads branch towards her cottage here | M |
| You go that way and I'll go this | L |
| See which will get there first my dear | K |
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| He fled to the cottage swift and sly | N |
| Rapped softly with a dreadful grin | O |
| Who's there asked granny Only I | N |
| Piping his voice up high and thin | O |
| Pull the string and the latch will fly | N |
| Old granny said and he went in | O |
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| He glared her over from foot to head | H |
| In a second more the thing was done | P |
| He gobbled her up and merely said | H |
| She wasn't a very tender one | P |
| And then he jumped into the bed | H |
| And put her sack and night cap on | Q |
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| And he heard soft footsteps presently | R |
| And then on the door a timid rap | S |
| He knew Red Riding hood was shy | N |
| So he answered faintly to the tap | S |
| Pull the string and the latch will fly | N |
| She did and granny in her night cap | S |
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| Lay covered almost up to her nose | T |
| Oh granny dear she cried are you worse | U |
| I'm all of a shiver even to my toes | T |
| Please won't you be my little nurse | U |
| And snug up tight here under the clothes | V |
| Red Riding hood answered Yes of course | W |
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| Her innocent head on the pillow laid | H |
| She spied great pricked up hairy ears | X |
| And a fierce great mouth wide open spread | H |
| And green eyes filled with wicked leers | X |
| And all of a sudden she grew afraid | H |
| Yet she softly asked in spite of her fears | X |
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| Oh granny what makes your ears so big | Y |
| To hear you with to hear you with | Z |
| Oh granny what make your eyes so big | Y |
| To see you with to see you with | Z |
| Oh granny what makes your teeth so big | Y |
| To eat you with to eat you with | Z |
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| And he sprang to swallow her up alive | A2 |
| But it chanced a woodman from the wood | H |
| Hearing her shriek rushed with his knife | B2 |
| And drenched the wolf in his own blood | H |
| And in that way he saved the life | B2 |
| Of pretty little Red Riding hood | H |
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| Hark hark | C2 |
| The dogs do bark | C2 |
| Beggars are coming to town | D2 |
| Some in jags | X |
| Some in rags | X |
| And some in velvet gowns | X |
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