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Three Evil Piggies


Once upon a time,

In a land oh so far away

Three bad little biggies

Came to spread their evil ways

 

One lived in a house of straw,

Or so I’ve been told

Though perhaps it was a fortress,

Fearsome to behold

 

I’ve heard he did impossible things

Like spinning gold from straw

Then stealing first born children

To slave within his maw

 

The second lived in a home of sticks

And taxed his village dry

Then grinned and chuckled and counted his gold

When he heard the people cry

 

He left them cold and hungry

With no money to buy a meal

Then robbed them blind yet again

With an evil, gleeful squeal

 

The third was worst of all

In his palace made of bricks

He was a king of villains

Who sold others wicked tricks

 

An apple for a queen

To curse her daughter, fair

A spindle for a fairy

For a babe with golden hair

 

Now for our hero,

A creature of the night

Who could not just ignore

The evil piggie’s blight




 

When others turned to run

And flee the porker’s wrath

This brave young wolf

Ran straight into their path

 

With the aid of Merlin, mighty

Who gave him lungs of steel

He confronted the first piggy

As he sat down to his meal

 

He told the pig it was bad,

Stealing children for his chaw

The pig just laughed and told him

“These are my kids to gnaw”

 

The wolf left in silence

The pig thought he had won

Until Merlin saved the children

And in the next breath it was done

 

With a gasp and a heave

That straw house came down

But the evil swine escaped,

Running to his brother in his town

 

The lupine gave chase,

Until he reached the village in the hills

Where people were being put in jail

Because they couldn’t pay the bills

 

This angered the wolf

You see, his mother lived there

And he knew that the tyrant

Just wasn’t fair

 

So without hesitation

He blew that house away

And the boars ran to their brother,

Begging for a place to stay




 

The last pig was worried

He knew he was coming

So he brewed up some spells

To send that wolf running

 

A spell of protection

To keep his walls strong

Even with his gift from Merlin

The wolf couldn’t last long

 

He would grow tired and quit

And hang his head in defeat

Then with shame and sorrow

That dog would retreat

 

The day quickly came

When the young wolf arrived,

Angered and annoyed

The first two pigs had survived

 

“Just make this easy.”

He urged the third pig

“You know I will beat you.

You know I will win.”

 

The piggy refused

To give himself up

Our wolf snarled and huffed

But it wasn’t enough

 

He gasped and he blew

And he gave it his all

But try as he might,

That wall wouldn’t fall

 

And when that wolf

Was all tired out

He turned to the pigs

And started to shout




 

“You’ve won evil pigs.

I’ve got nothing left to give.”

Then he turned away

And he ran and he hid

 

The proud piggies chortled

It seemed they had won

But the brave young wolf

Was not yet done

 

He waited in hiding

Til the porkers came out

Then he ambushed those swine

And gave out a sout

 

“Come here little pigs.

Your tyranny is done.

There is nowhere on earth

Where you can run.”

 

They fled to the castle

Only to find it in flames

Wolf had sent for help

And it finally came

 

Now the piggies were faced

with the people they had wronged,

Princesses and peasants

And cursed creatures in throng

 

They begged and they plead

And they sobbed in regret

But those mean little pigs

Knew their fates were set

 

With a squeal and a shriek

Those pigs were no more

And thereafter the kingdom

Was happy evermore



The villains were vanquished

And curses erased

And that poor little village

With joy, has been graced

 

And the wolf it seems,

Was given his due

For now he is wed to Miss Ridinghood

And they’re very happy too.

 
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