Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDEFGHIJKLLLLALL FLMNMB FNLFLLOFLFILPQ FIMFLQFIFLLFFRFLLFAL F ILLSLLNB L LFFFNNTU A P NFFLLVL TLLMWFFFIMM MLIIL TPLMFU GLF XLL FMM XIIL ILXLYMFLLFXZ F ZL LI FL B XA2FLILA XAAILFL L| W'y one time wuz a little weenty dirl | A |
| An' she wuz named Red Riding Hood 'cause her | B |
| Her Ma she maked a little red cloak fer her | B |
| 'At turnt up over her head An' it 'uz all | A |
| Ist one piece o' red cardinal 'at 's like | C |
| The drate long stockin's the store keepers has | D |
| O it 'uz purtiest cloak in all the world | E |
| An' all this town er anywheres they is | F |
| An' so one day her Ma she put it on | G |
| Red Riding Hood she did one day she did | H |
| An' it 'uz Sund'y 'cause the little cloak | I |
| It 'uz too nice to wear ist ever' day | J |
| An' all the time An' so her Ma she put | K |
| It on Red Riding Hood an' telled her not | L |
| To dit no dirt on it ner dit it mussed | L |
| Ner nothin' An' an' nen her Ma she dot | L |
| Her little basket out 'at Old Kriss bringed | L |
| Her wunst one time he did And nen she fill' | A |
| It full o' whole lots an' 'bundance o' good things t' eat | L |
| Allus my Dran'ma she says ''bundance ' too | L |
| An' so her Ma fill' little Red Riding Hood's | F |
| Nice basket all ist full o' dood things t' eat | L |
| An' tell her take 'em to her old Dran'ma | M |
| An' not to spill 'em neever 'cause ef she | N |
| 'Ud stump her toe an' spill 'em her Dran'ma | M |
| She'll haf to punish her | B |
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| An' nen An' so | F |
| Little Red Riding Hood she p'omised she | N |
| 'Ud be all careful nen an' cross' her heart | L |
| 'At she wont run an' spill 'em all fer six | F |
| Five ten two hundred bushel dollars gold | L |
| An' nen she kiss her Ma doo' bye an' went | L |
| A skippin' off away fur off frough the | O |
| Big woods where her Dran'ma she live at No | F |
| She didn't do a skippin' like I said | L |
| She ist went walkin' careful like an' slow | F |
| Ist like a little lady walkin' 'long | I |
| As all polite an' nice an' slow an' straight | L |
| An' turn her toes ist like she's marchin' in | P |
| The Sund'y School k session | Q |
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| An' an' so | F |
| She 'uz a doin' along an' doin' along | I |
| On frough the drate big woods 'cause her Dran'ma | M |
| She live 'way 'way fur off frough the big woods | F |
| From her Ma's house So when Red Riding Hood | L |
| She dit to do there allus have most fun | Q |
| When she do frough the drate big woods you know | F |
| 'Cause she ain't feared a bit o' anything | I |
| An' so she sees the little hoppty birds | F |
| 'At's in the trees an' flyin' all around | L |
| An' singin' dlad as ef their parunts said | L |
| They'll take 'em to the magic lantern show | F |
| An' she 'ud pull the purty flowers an' things | F |
| A growin' round the stumps An' she 'ud ketch | R |
| The purty butterflies an' drasshoppers | F |
| An' stick pins frough 'em No I ist said that | L |
| 'Cause she's too dood an' kind an' 'bedient | L |
| To hurt things thataway She'd ketch 'em though | F |
| An' ist play wiv 'em ist a little while | A |
| An' nen she'd let 'em fly away she would | L |
| An' ist skip on adin to her Dran'ma's | F |
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| An' so while she uz doin' 'long an' 'long | I |
| First thing you know they 'uz a drate big old | L |
| Mean wicked Wolf jumped out 'at wanted t' eat | L |
| Her up but dassent to 'cause wite clos't there | S |
| They wuz a Man a choppin' wood an' you | L |
| Could hear him So the old Wolf he 'uz 'feared | L |
| Only to ist be kind to her So he | N |
| Ist 'tended like he wuz dood friends to her | B |
| An' says 'Dood morning little Red Riding Hood ' | - |
| All ist as kind | L |
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| An' nen Riding Hood | L |
| She say 'Dood morning ' too all kind an' nice | F |
| Ist like her Ma she learn' No mustn't say | F |
| 'Learn ' cause ' Learn ' it's unproper So she say | F |
| It like her Ma she ' teached ' her An' so she | N |
| Ist says 'Dood morning' to the Wolf 'cause she | N |
| Don't know ut tall 'at he's a wicked Wolf | T |
| An' want to eat her up | U |
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| Nen old Wolf smile | A |
| An' say so kind 'Where air you doin' at ' | - |
| Nen little Red Riding Hood she says 'I'm doin' | P |
| To my Dran'ma's 'cause my Ma say I might ' | - |
| Nen when she tell him that the old Wolf he | N |
| Ist turn an' light out frough the big thick woods | F |
| Where she can't see him any more An so | F |
| She think he's went to his house but he haint | L |
| He's went to her Dran'ma's to be there first | L |
| An' ketch her ef she don't watch mighty sharp | V |
| What she's about | L |
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| An' nen when the old Wolf | T |
| Dit to her Dran'ma's house he's purty smart | L |
| An' so he 'tend like he's Red Riding Hood | L |
| An' knock at th' door An' Riding Hood's Dran'ma | M |
| She's sick in bed an' can't come to the door | W |
| An' open it So th' old Wolf knock two times | F |
| An' nen Red Riding Hood's Dran'ma she says | F |
| 'Who's there ' she says An' old Wolf 'tends like he's | F |
| Little Red Riding Hood you know an' make' | I |
| His voice soun' ist like hers an' says 'It's me | M |
| Dran'ma an' I'm Red Riding Hood an' I'm | M |
| Ist come to see you ' | - |
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| Nen her old Dran'ma | M |
| She think it is little Red Riding Hood | L |
| An' so she say 'Well come in nen an' make | I |
| You'se'f at home ' she says ''cause I'm down sick | I |
| In bed and got the 'ralgia so's I can't | L |
| Dit up an' let ye in ' | - |
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| An' so th' old Wolf | T |
| Ist march' in nen an' shet the door adin | P |
| An' drowl he did an' splunge up on the bed | L |
| An' et up old Miz Riding Hood 'fore she | M |
| Could put her specs on an' see who it wuz | F |
| An' so she never knowed who et her up | U |
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| An' nen the wicked Wolf he ist put on | G |
| Her nightcap an' all covered up in bed | L |
| Like he wuz her you know | F |
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| Nen purty soon | X |
| Here come along little Red Riding Hood | L |
| An' she knock' at the door An' old Wolf 'tend | L |
| Like he's her Dran'ma an' he say 'Who's there ' | - |
| Ist like her Dran'ma say you know An' so | F |
| Little Red Riding Hood she say 'It's me | M |
| Dran'ma an' I'm Red Riding Hood and I'm | M |
| Ist come to see you ' | - |
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| An' nen old Wolf nen | X |
| He cough an' say 'Well come in nen an' make | I |
| You'se'f at home ' he says ''cause I'm down sick | I |
| In bed an' got the 'ralgia so's I can't | L |
| Dit up an' let ye in ' | - |
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| An' so she think | I |
| It's her Dran'ma a talkin' So she ist | L |
| Open' the door an' come in an' set down | X |
| Her basket an' taked off her things an' bringed | L |
| A chair an' clumbed up on the bed wite by | Y |
| The old big Wolf she thinks is her Dran'ma | M |
| Only she thinks the old Wolf's dot whole lots | F |
| More bigger ears an' lots more whiskers too | L |
| Than her Dran'ma an' so Red Riding Hood | L |
| She's kindo' skeered a little So she says | F |
| 'Oh Dran'ma what big eyes you dot ' An' nen | X |
| The old Wolf says 'They're ist big thataway | Z |
| 'Cause I'm so dlad to see you ' | - |
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| Nen she says | F |
| 'Oh Dran'ma what a drate big nose you dot ' | - |
| Nen th' old Wolf says 'It's ist big thataway | Z |
| Ist 'cause I smell the dood things 'at you bringed | L |
| Me in the basket ' | - |
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| An' nen Riding Hood | L |
| She say 'Oh me oh my Dran'ma what big | I |
| White long sharp teeth you dot ' | - |
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| Nen old Wolf says | F |
| 'Yes an' they're thataway ' he says an' drowled | L |
| 'They're thataway ' he says 'to eat you wiv ' | - |
| An' nen he ist jump ' at her | B |
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| But she scream ' | - |
| An' scream ' she did So's 'at the Man | X |
| 'At wuz a choppin' wood you know he hear | A2 |
| An' come a runnin' in there wiv his ax | F |
| An' 'fore the old Wolf know' what he's about | L |
| He split his old brains out an' killed him s'quick | I |
| It make' his head swim An' Red Riding Hood | L |
| She wuzn't hurt at all | A |
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| An' the big Man | X |
| He tooked her all safe home he did an' tell | A |
| Her Ma she's all right an' ain't hurt at all | A |
| An' old Wolf's dead an' killed an' ever'thing | I |
| So her Ma wuz so tickled an' so proud | L |
| She divved him all the dood things t' eat they wuz | F |
| 'At's in the basket an' she tell him 'at | L |
| She's much oblige' an' say to 'call adin ' | - |
| An' story's honest truth an' all so too | L |
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