Ready for the wilderness,
Basket carrying smoothly along,
Apples for the trip to go,

Walking towards the forests,
Narrow pathways surrounded by trees,
Dark skies hung over the maiden,

Her eyes bright and blue,
Whistling from those sparkling lips,
Creamy skin being covered by red,

A red dress for the show,
Crimson cape for warmth,
Delicate movements through out the woods,

Pausing to greet a wolf in sheeps clothing,
She smirked knowing all along,
This man was after her innocence,

Would a little girl let him have it?
Pondering on the man's intentions,
Would he love her? Tend to her?

Well, for now she would walk,
Stay by his side listening to his speeches,
March with him to Grandma's house here they go.