The very cold wolf

The wolves lived in harmony Generous and kind Always with heart, Never with mind. The pigs were quite savage. Fleshy and fat. They knew not of sweaters Or blankets...or hats. Papa Wolf had favorites And claws and teeth. He tore apart houses With his claws and his feet. The piggies got mortar The piggies got stones. The piggies got villages. Houses and homes. Papa Wolf left me With the fur on my back. Silky and grey yet icy and flat I swore that day, The piggies were done. They'd pay and they'd pay For the home they'd undone. The last thing I did As I ran out of town I huffed and I puffed And I blew the house down.