She finally understood why the monsters in the Forest always seemed to smile. Beasts only bared their teeth as a warning before they attack.

The Forest is dark, dearie, The Forest is dark;
The moment you think that you’re lost in the woods, then you are.

Do not lose your way, dearie, Do not lose your way;
The monsters are lurking not far from the path should you stray.

Things aren’t what they seem, dearie, Things aren’t what they seem;
Kind grins are bared teeth; Please don’t answer the calls from the trees.

Do not pay them heed, dearie, Do not pay them heed;
Hear footsteps behind you, beware but don’t fret, they’re just checking.

The air is alive, dearie, The air is alive;
To help and to hinder, but it’s how some learned to survive.

These woods are too old, dearie, These woods are too old;
Watch for crimson wraiths, keep your strength and wits close should you go.

Deep in the Forest.

No matter what you hear, do not go into the Forest. If you hear something, or someone, in there... don't listen to them."
Alice smirked at that. "Don't worry. I can still tell the difference.

When your freedom depends on the death of an innocent, it haunts you forever,' Red thought empathetically. 'Even if you couldn’t save them anyway.

A monster, some called her. But in the shadows, only said in whispers, she was an angel in red.

He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself.