Don’t go into the woods alone—
The woods are filled with bears.
There may be wolves out there as well;
Their jaws are ugly snares.
Don’t go into the woods alone—
A pit might be disguised,
All covered up with twigs and stuff—
Not overt to the eyes.
Don’t go into the woods alone—
You’ll lose your navigation
And wander ‘round for many days,
Until you meet starvation.
Don’t go into the woods alone—
A lady there doth wait;
She’ll lure you in with sweets, and then…
You’ll end up on her plate.
© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart
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