We walk through the internet world, just like Hansel and Gretel.
With innocent eyes, wearing labels that shout out “Old Fogey!”.
This wood’s full of witches; they’re starting to fire up the kettle.
We’re supper for them – or, if not, for some cleverer bogey.
Red Riding Hood saw “Grandma’s" night-time attire didn’t suit “her”.
Bold Jack had the knack to attack – he outwitted the giant.
But when “experts” say that they need to control our computer,
We do what we’re told. We know-nothings are always compliant.
Like Beauty, we’re suckers, we lap up the poisonous apple;
Nude emperors, patsies for those who pretend to admire us.
So simple to read, nerds can see how the easiest trap’ ll
Throw open our portals to any stray trojan or virus.
Someday, when we yelp, and want help, there won’t be any woodmen:
Our passwords all hacked, and our files all attacked beyond mending.
Our lives quite destroyed, since the web world's devoid of all good men.
The babes in the wood won’t enjoy (as they should) a good ending.
