S. Worthen (owlfish) wrote,
S. Worthen
owlfish

Little Red Riding Hood

I started reading Brian Stock's Listening for the Text last night. It's a re-analysis of the relationship between orality and literacy in culture historically, particularly as it relates to the Middle Ages. He mentioned poetry as one of the few forms of text which modern society still often interprets primarily orally. C. suggested fairy tales are another category. Here is this morning's result of that conversation:

Little Red Riding Hood
Goin' walking in the wood
Gonna see her granny,
Goin' walking in the wood.

Little Red Riding Hood
Gonna bring her granny food,
Mama doesn't like her
Granny livin' in the wood.

"Little Red Riding Hood
Stop 'n talk n' don't be rude
I just wanna chat while
Goin' walking in the wood."

Little Red Riding Hood
All her lessons understood,
Knew she shouldn't stop to
Talk to strangers in the wood.

"Little Red Riding Hood
Wolfies aren't all mean and crude,
See? I'm just a nice one
Goin' walking in the wood."

Little Red Riding Hood
passin' through the neighborhood,
"Just this one time, Wolfie,
Goin' walking in the wood."

Little Red Riding Hood
Gave a muffin to the dude.
Hairy, he's a doggy
Walkin' in the yew-tree wood.

Little Red Riding Hood
Said g'bye just like she should,
Wolfie walked away, he
Went a'running in the wood.

Little Red Riding Hood
On her granny's porch she stood,
Knockin' at the door, she's at a
Cottage in the wood.

"Little Red Riding Hood,
In ya come," her granny cued,
callin' to the girl with hunger
Bigger than the wood.

Little Red Riding Hood:
"Granny's eyes are large and blue'd,
What big eyes, my granny!"
"They're from walkin' in the wood."

Little Red Riding Hood:
"What big teeth!" She promptly rue'd
her thoughtless exclamation to her
"Granny" in the wood.

Little Red Riding Hood
Wolfie's tummy lining viewed
There beside her granny
In a wolfie in the wood.

Little Red Riding Hood
whimpered, weeped, and sadly mewed,
"We're lost! We're lost! We're done for,
no more walkin' in the wood!"

Little Red Riding Hood,
her grannie had a neighbor, Jude.
Jude - he was a woodsman - heard the
Tumult in the wood.

Little Red Riding Hood,
From the tummy newly hewed,
Hugged her shakin' granny
Who'd been livin' in the wood.

Little Red Riding Hood
asked her granny if they could
Go on home to her house,
if she'd up an' leave the wood.

"Little Red Riding Hood,"
Granny said with weary mood,
"Let's go home to your place,
too much stalkin' in the wood."

Little Red Riding Hood
thanked the guy who'd wolfie yew'd,
Gave the guy her basket,
and they walked off through the wood.

(Suggestions for improvement are welcome - I know bits of it are awkward.)
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