Red riding riddle

I sat in the wood

with my favourite hood

eating my four finger nail

Along came Caesar I said hail

Now there's a bad wolf

doing good

There's a sad ship and no sail

On a penniless farm

where they raised the animal alarm

My old mother she ran

the cooking of food

then said the bear

what's on the menu,

is it hen stew

No said good locksy

who's treasure is under

lock and key

Its paws rich or porridge to you

You must find old Noah

He knows Frank owes him the key

or else he is the key buried in the sea

Now there was bad Jonah

up to no good

Lost a lot of diamonds in the sale

they might be up my sleevies

but I'll borrow an army

Said Noah well I owe you a flood

Then Frank from the ocean cried

What's the commotion

I saw Jonah he says he's

locked in a whale

So Noah said now Frankie

you know you can be coy

Let him know you are the key

Be a good boy

But old bad Frankie he wouldn't

touch the sea

He said I prefer sun sets not set sails

And full of this mirth he remained on the earth

Until Jonah could recover his tail

Noah said somewhere I left my head

It's buried in a book I read

I think they may have called it good

said Locksy with a smile

I'll see you after a while

just in time to collect your flood

It's been brewing inside me

but from it you cannot hide me

I felt nauseus so thought

I'd go downstairs

but without my barometer

it's cold and no thermometer

beside the wood is now covered with bears

Oh Holy medallions said

the Spanish galleon

who'd just finished circumnavigating

the globe

I cannot even count all of them

the treasure we've on board of 'em

Now help me unload Noah

don't be scared

So the two of them unloaded

both Frankie and him that’s exploded

And shook the star dust

from their hair

Now there's the sea I owed you

I'll thank you to abode me

while I chase Goldie locks from her bear

There's Cantonese surprises

and witches of all disguises

A wizard you may be and I shan't care

Just shave me and delay me

My boat doesn't leave till Tuesday

And Mrs Noah's anxious I'll be there

Can I beg you for my disguises

I've loved but without surprises

And now Locksy's just cut off

her golden hair

Now Frankie he is the key

but to be sure of sanctuary

You got lose the honest

crop to share

there may be no surprises

and the nose and thick rimmed surmises

will point to the tower with

the spiral stair

and up in its very topmost quarter

is a king's long haired daughter

and she may throw down her curls

to a worthy dare

So pluck up your courage

Frankie boy

be honest its not a decoy

the real treasure lies with her

up there

And sure enough they made it

into the sunset now they've faded

Frankie boy and his long-locked lady fair