Little Red Riding Hood. Красная шапочка.
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Author: This is the story of a girl and a wolf.
Chorus: Good girl, good little girl;
Bad wolf, big, bad wolf;
Good little, good little, good little girl,
Big, bad wolf.
Author: This is the story of a good little girl,
Chorus: Good little, good little, good little girl.
Author: This is the story of the good little girl
Who listened to her mother
Most of the time.
Chorus: Good girl, good little girl,
She listened to her mother
Most of the time.
Author: This is the story of a girl and a wolf.
And they called her Little Red Riding Hood.
Chorus: Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood;
Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood.
How did she ever get a name like that?
Author: Like what?
Chorus: Like Little Red Riding Hood.
How did she ever get a name like that?
Author: She always wore a hood on her head,
A Little Red Riding Hood.
Her Granny made it for her
And she wore it all the time.
Little Red Riding Hood was a good little girl
Most of the time.
Chorus: Good girl, good little girl,
She listened to her mother
Most of the time.
Author: Her mama said, “Go” – she went,
Her mama said, “Stay” – she stayed,
Her mama said, “Sit” – she sat,
Her mama said, “Play” – she played.
Chorus: Her mama said, “Go” – she went,
Her mama said, “Stay” – she stayed,
Her mama said, “Sit” – she sat,
Her mama said, “Play” – she played.
Author: Little Red Riding Hood was a good little girl
Most of the time.
Chorus: Was she good?
Author: Yes, she was.
Chorus: Was she very good?
Author: Yes, she was.
Chorus: Did she listen to her mother?
Author: Yes, she did.
Chorus: All of the time?
Author: Most of the time.
Little Red Riding Hood was a good little girl
Most of the time.
One morning Little Red Riding Hood was sleeping.
She woke up when she heard her mother’s voice.
Mother: Wake up, wake up, it’s time to get up.
Little Red Riding Hood: M-m- m, something smells like peanut butter,
Something smells like chocolate –
Chocolate peanut butter cookies,
Chocolate peanut butter cookies!
Mother: Please, sit down,
Eat your breakfast.
These cookies are for Granny.
She’s home alone
And sick in bed.
Please, visit her this morning.
Chorus: For Granny – what a shame,
Home alone and sick in bed,
For Granny – what a shame,
Home alone and sick in bed.
Little Red Riding Hood: For Granny. All alone –
Of course, I’ll go to see her.
Mother: Now, Little Red Riding Hood, please, sit down
And listen to me carefully.
Little Red Riding Hood: Yes, mama, I‘m listening.
Mother: Go straight to Granny’s house.
Little Red Riding Hood: Yes, mama, I will.
Mama: Don’t stop along the way.
Little Red Riding Hood: No, mama, I won’t.
Mother: Don’t talk to strangers.
Little Red Riding Hood: No, mama, I won’t.
Mother: Be very careful.
Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, mama, I will.
Author: So, Little Red Riding Hood kissed her mother good-bye.
She took the basket of cookies
And walked along the path in the woods to Granny’s house.
She was keeping along happily
When suddenly a big wolf came out of the woods.
Chorus: Watch out of the wolf, watch out, watch out!
Watch out of the wolf, watch out!
The wolf is big, the wolf is bad,
Watch out of the wolf, watch out!
Author: But Little Red Riding Hood forgot everything her mother said about not talking to strangers.
When the wolf spoke to her, she spoke right back.
Wolf: Good morning, my dear. How are you this morning?
Little Red Riding Hood: I’m fine, thank you. How are you?
Wolf: Just fine, my dear. What’s your name?
Chorus: Don’t tell, don’t tell: mama told you not to tell!
Mama told you not to tell and not to talk to strangers.
Little Red Riding Hood: My name is Little Red Riding Hood.
Wolf: I’m very happy to meet you.
I’ve heard so many nice things about you.
Little Red Riding Hood: You have?
Wolf: Oh, yes. Everyone says you’re a good little girl.
Little Red Riding Hood: They do? Thank you very much. You’re very kind.
Wolf: What’s that smell?
Chorus: Don’t tell, don’t tell!
Wolf: What’s that smell? What’s that smell? Do I smell cookies?
Little Red Riding Hood: Yes, you do – chocolate peanut butter cookies,
Mama made them for Granny.
She’s home alone and sick in bed.
I’m on my way to see her.
Chorus: Home alone and sick in bed,
Mama told you not to tell.
Wolf: What a nice little girl.
Where does Granny live?
Is it far from here?
Chorus: Don’t tell, don’t tell: mama told you not to tell!
Little Red Riding Hood: Granny lives in a little pink house,
The little pink house at the end of this path.
Wolf: I know the house. I have an idea – look over here.
Look at the flowers. Why don’t you pick them for Granny?
Stop for a while, stop for a while. Pick some flowers for your Granny.
Little Red Riding Hood: What a good idea!
Chorus: Don’t stop; don’t stop, mama told you not to stop,
Mama told you not to stop and not to talk to strangers.
Author: Little Red Riding Hood thought the wolf’s idea was just fine.
She stopped and picked the flowers while the wolf ran as fast as he could to Granny’s house.
He knocked three times on the little front door. (—)
Granny: Yes? Who’s there?
Wolf: It’s me, your Little Red Riding Hood with a basket of cookies from mama.
Granny: Come in, my dear, come in.
Come in and see your Granny.
Author: So, the big bad wolf opened the door, found old Granny sick in bed and gobbled her up in one big bite. Then he went to the closet and put on some of Granny’s clothes. The big bad wolf climbed into bed to wait for Little Red Riding Hood. He pulled the covers up around his chin, and sat, and
waited, and sat, and waited.
Wolf: Where is that girl? What’s the matter with her?
Author: He didn’t have to wait very long. In a few moments he heard Little Red Riding Hood knock at the door. (—)
Little Red Riding Hood: Yoo-hoo, Granny, it’s me. It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood.
Wolf: Come in, my dear, come in.
Come in and see your Granny.
Little Red Riding Hood: Where are you, Granny?
Wolf: I’m here, in bed.
Come in, my dear. Come in and let me see you.
Chorus: Oh, no! Don’t go! ‘tis not Granny, don’t go!
Author: Little Red Riding Hood walked into the bedroom with her arms full of cookies and flowers.
She stopped when she saw the wolf in bed.
Wolf: Come here, my dear.
Chorus: Look at those ears!
Wolf: Here, near your Granny.
Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, Granny, what big ears you have!
Wolf: The better to hear you with.
Come here, my dear!
Chorus: Look at those eyes!
Wolf: Here, near your Granny.
Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, Granny, what big eyes you have!
Wolf: The better to see you with.
Come here, my dear!
Chorus: Look at those teeth!
Wolf: Here, near your Granny.
Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, Granny, what big teeth you have!
Wolf: The better to eat you with!
Author: And just as he spoke, the wolf jumped up and gobbled Little Red Riding Hood up in one big bite.
Chorus: Oh, no! Oh, no! We told you so! We told you so!
Author: Now, the wolf was full. So, he climbed back into Granny’s bed and fell fast asleep.
Then he began to snore. He snored louder and louder.
A friendly hunter walking by the house heard the noise and stopped.
Hunter: What’s that sound?
It’s very loud.
I’ll stop and see
If Granny’s OK.
Author: The hunter knocked (—) but no one answered.
He opened the door and went in.
He heard someone snoring in Granny’s bedroom,
So, he peeped into the bedroom
And saw the big bad wolf in Granny’s bed.
Hunter: Look at that wolf in Granny’s bed!
I think he gobbled her up.
Author: The hunter cut a hole in the wolf’s stomach.
To his great surprise out popped Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf didn’t even wake up. He just thought he was having a very bad dream.
Hunter: Good heavens! Who are you?
Little Red Riding Hood: I’m Little Red Riding Hood.
Hunter: But where’s your Granny?
Granny: Here I am.
Author: And out climbed Granny, tired but happy.
Little Red Riding Hood, Granny: Oh, my! What a day!
Little Red Riding Hood: Quick! Quick!
Let’s put some stones inside the wolf.
They will make him heavy, so he can’t get up.
Hunter: Good idea!
Granny: Great idea!
Author: And they filled the wolf’s stomach with heavy stones. He was dreaming a dream about girls and
grannies and when he woke up, he had such a terrible stomachache! He fell right down and died.
Little Red Riding Hood: Is he dead?
Hunter: Oh, yes. Yes, he is. He’s dead
Granny :Are you sure?
Hunter: Oh, yes. Yes, I am. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. The wolf is dead.
The big bad wolf is dead. Hurrah!
Chorus: He’s dead! He’s dead! The wolf is dead! The big bad wolf is dead! Hurrah!
Author: And this is the end of the story of the girl
Who listened to her mother
Most of the time.
Chorus: Good girl, good little girl
She listened to her mother
Most of the time.