The Big "Bad" Wolf
The Big “Bad” Wolf
Am I bad?
Everyone seems to think so.
I try to make friends with the 3 little pigs, but all they do is run.
Haven’t they heard not to judge a book by its cover?
How can I be bad?
I bake cookies for the kids down the street every Monday.
I pick flowers every Tuesday.
I walk with the little old lady that lives next door every Wednesday
I give a bouquet of flowers to the widow every Thursday.
I help the fisherman fish every Friday.
Again, how can I be bad?
I may be a big wolf, but I have a big heart that gets lonely at times.
I just want some friends.
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