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When The Sun Went Down...


When the sun retires for the day

And the heads of the pigs go down to lay

The wolf dashes and jumps out of the forrest

Cause the pigs believed it was safe to rest

"He he," says the wolf with a few tricks up his sleeve

"Now the schemes of the pigs won't force me to leave"

To the store the wolf runs in hope of a rope

To throw on the roof with a ton of hope

"Nothing can stop me now" he thought

With little knowledge of what he brought

Out of the store the wolf runs for their home

With the speed that he had, he could run past Rome

"Ha Ha Ha," the wolf laughs, thinking he won

But he forgot of the pigs' security had been set to stun

"Watch Out," the wolf thought, avoiding any traps

And while he did that about an hour had lapsed

At the window the wolf almost squealed with glee

After finding that the pigs seemingly left it open for thee

The wolf rushes inside to find a pad and a pen

And quickly scribbles something that has to do with a den

Up the stairs the wolf heads next

Sneaking around with his O so sacred text

Finally he arrives at the door where they lay

And places the note on their pile of hay

He quickly finds his way out of the house

Smilling because he was as quiet as a mouse

The next day dawns and the pigs find the letter

Their attitude toward the wolf just got a little bit better

In the message that the wolf had left behind

The pigs read that they were about to be found

"By who" the pigs though and were quickly frightened

But when they found it was their step-mom were very delighted

The pigs ran downtown to find their step-mom

Who nobody knew would be so calm

When the pigs sat down on a chair

And said "Hi" to their step-mom who was a bear!

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