Your three pigs, all small roundabout figures
Narcisstic parasites that do all but quiver.
Your three pigs, are found to be dead. It is not my fault, I did not make their bed.
I told you once, twice, now thrice.
I had new neighbors, I greet the newcomers wholeheartedly I may add.
It was just a tad of knock, when they all sneered
"We have no answer for your kind here".
I huffed and puffed, but blew no house down.
I bellowed and blowed but no straws were bound.
I wanted to be nice, so I waited for them to roll their dice and apologize.
They pulled my fur, mocked my pur, and smashed my glasses.
I had enough of these pigs, after they ruined my digs.
I blasted, smashed, and crashed. I whooped and growled, then pounced on them all.
I am The Wolf, and I did not commit any crime.
I was nice with my time and took off with their heads.
I am not a criminal, for they had made their beds.