The Prettier the Flower, The Farther From the Path

She was told she'd be safe
If she stayed on the path
She was in no hurry
So she just skipped and laughed.

Down that old hill she went.
Where the prettiest flowers laid
But the prettiest of them all
Swayed so far away.

With a hesitation or two,
She sat her basket down.
She ran to the flower
And pulled its roots from the ground.

She danced with it in the wind
And twirled it upside down,
But that same wind that danced with her
Rebelled against her now.

Her bonnet flew up
And she reached up to grab it,
But the flower had escaped her
And it was too quick for her to grab it.

Into the woods she ran
Searching for her lost treasure.
There was nothing that resembled it
And nothing that was close to it's measure.

With a sigh and a grunt
She decided to give in.
But when she tried to exit, she could
Not remember which way she came in.

Exhausted, she wandered into a cave,
And called out ''hello'',
And asked if she could stay.

''Of course you may my dear''
A strange voice replied.
''I would love to have a pretty girl
Like you stay all night.''

''Where may I sleep'', she asked.
''In my belly'' he replied.
''I don't understand'', she said. ''May I
Look into your eyes?''

The beast revealed itself,
And she let out a cry,
For she did not know that
A wolf had lived inside.

She begged for mercy,
But he just let out a harsh laugh.
It was then that she had realized that the
Prettier the flower, the farther from the path.