The postman knocks once,
The postman knocks twice.
Rap rap!
Tappy tap!
Don’t answer that door!
This postman ain’t nice.

Prue stands transfixed 
in the hallway,
her back to 
the locked kitchen door.
The letterbox rattles, 
and through it appears
Not a letter or parcel or packet, 
oh no!
But a 
horrible 
hairy 
great 
PAW ...

A paw!
A claw!
A slavering jaw!
Tongue dripping,
Tail whipping,
Spine slipping,
Teeth gripping ...
A howl!
A growl!
An odour most foul!
It’s hairy!
It’s scary!
Prudence, be wary!

The wolfman knocks once,
The wolfman knocks twice.
Rap rap!
Tappy tap!
Don’t go through that door,
Wolfie - Prue don't play nice ...

HoOOWWWwwlllll !


Words: © Lesley Moss
Illustration: © Sam Zuppardi

Run away down the hill!
Run away down the hill!
The wolf is coming for the kill,
He wants to munch us for his lunch.
Run away, run away down the hill!

Run away in the wood!
Run away in the wood!
The wolf would eat us if he could,
As his main course with apple sauce.
Run away, run away in the wood!

Run away through the ditch!
Run away through the ditch!
Oh no I’ve gone and got a stitch.
I’m out of huff, you’re out of puff.
Run away, run away through the ditch!

Run away round the bend!
Run away round the bend!
Looking for our journeys end
Must get there quick, the house of brick.
Run away run away round the bend.

Run away to the door!
Run away to the door!
Now we’re here, we’re safe for sure.
Oh no! We're shocked, the door is locked.
Run away run away to the door.

Run away round the back!
Run away round the back!
Hiding from the wolf attack,
And here’s a note our brother wrote
Run away run away round the back.

Oh no where to run!
Oh no where to run!
Gone away for a week in the sun,
He gets a tan the wolf gets ham.
No where, oh no where to run!

Poem ©2013 George Kirk
Illustrations ©2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo