With a wave of goodbye, Winter is leaving:

The snow is melting, the weather is warming;

Flowers are blooming, Spring is coming.

And a family of pigs are taking a walk.

 

“You three will have to move out,” says Mama Pig.

The first pig nods while twirling a twig;

The second stares at a brick house, so red and big;

And the third pig barely listened to the talk.

 

The three pigs soon left as the sun was rising high.

The first two pigs immediately gathered their building supplies,

But left the third pig wondering, “What can I find?”

He soon settled for a huge load of straw.

 

The third pig began building before the other two,

Stopping every now and again to retie his shoe.

Very soon his hut was finished, held together by glue.

But when his two brothers saw it, they let out a guffaw.

 

The first pig had chosen a sturdier building choice:

Twigs, which he had gathered, dry or moist.

He took his time building; stacking, hauling, and one final hoist.

And after the roof was in place, the cottage was done.

 

The second pig's house was the sturdiest of all.

He collected his bricks and prepared for the long haul.

His house took the longest time, but ended up pretty and tall.

Once finished, he lay down to sleep as did the sun.

 

The three little pigs got along well,

For two days– at least, as far as they could tell.

Then, every night, they began to hear a wail.

It was a wolf, quite close to the third pig's straw pen.

 

Late one night came a loud knock at the door.

The third pig was awakened from his deep snore.

He ran away with fright as soon as his feet hit the floor,

Not heeding the gruff, “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

 

The same thing happened to the first little pig;

He and his brother ran, leaving his house of twigs.

It didn't take long to find their brother's brick house so big.

But the wolf was hard on their tails with a frown.

 

Another knock, and a gruff, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!”

Huddled together, the pigs replied, “Not by the hair of our chinny-chin-chins!”

“Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!” the wolf started yellin'.

“But open up, 'cause I don't want to blow your house down.”

 

The three little pigs just stared at each other.

“You don't want to?” asked the second brother.

“Of course not!” the wolf let out a holler,

“I just want to be friends– if you'll consider it?”

 

“I suppose we could,” ventured the third;

“But what if it's a trick?” the first pig wondered.

The wolf sighed heavily, “Why, that's just absurd!”

The second pig stood, “No need to start up a fit!”

 

He opened the door warily, just to have a peek,

Eyeing the wolf, who was as tall as a tree.

The wolf sighed again, “I don't want you, to eat!”

He crossed his heart, confirming, “Never!”

 

The pigs smiled, relieved they wouldn't become the wolf's food.

The third pig shook his head, “He just has a grumpy attitude...”

They were even able to eventually get him into a happy mood.

The odd group ended up being “friends forever.”