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The Real Story of the Three Little Pigs


Apparently, I am a big bad canine,

but that stereotype just ain't mine.

I didn't mean to scare those pigs,

maybe they shouldn't have made a house out of twigs.

I had a cold that day,

oh my dismay.

Sure, I have really sharp teeth,

but really I'm as mean as a leaf.

I just wanted to be a clown,

I never meant to blow their house down.

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