The way through the woods

Do not stray from the path
This is not my beautiful house
Leave a trail of stones, not breadcrumbs
Or unreel a roll of thread
We don't get many strangers around these parts
Do not stray from the path for any reason whatsoever
Beyond the Wild Wood, comes the wild world
This is where the wild things are
On no account look back
Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake
But hold me tight and fear not
Stay on the road. Keep clear of the moors.
And you may ask yourself
Well... how did I get here?
Beware the moon, lads.
They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!
Do not, for absolutely any reason whatsoever, even think about straying from the path...