Little Red Riding Hood

Viewing a study wherein yet to be born infants recognize music played While within their mother's womb; of particular her gentle tune, twinkling Twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are ? Mommy's, words the most Salient soothing sound, unto baby's tiny precious heart; crazy first light this world They cry departed from his or her cozy comfort be such, warmth; silent serenity... Safe as sheltered for soon to arrive afore their disenchanted eyes, time's relentless Of washing away's endless storms; battering the shores a procession his big bad wolves ? Adorned most in white capes golden dreams winning colours; angels with bright, fairy tale tides Crashing upon their reef, you and me; castaways ? A man of many sorrows; her headline news; truth.