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The 3 Big Bad Pigs and the Little Wolf


Mama wolf always told me everyone would be afraid

But I was always a good wolf, since before first grade.

I was nice to all the snakes, spiders, and bears

But the pigs always made it their mission to never share.

Only with me that is. The only 3 pigs in school said I was a liar, a cheat, a thief

I was always given grief.

But I'm just a little wolf who wants to make friends.

But the pigs told me they would put me to an end. 

Mama told me, "baby wolf don't worry about them, be friends with the others"

So I said forget the 3 big bad pigs and listened to my mother.

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