Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Pigs
Once upon a time
there was a wolf who was scrawny,
next door to him
lived three pigs were who were brawny.
The pigs helped this wolf
build his house of straw,
the payment in return was
to be one of the wolf's paws.
The wolf refused
to hand over his hand,
so the pigs decided
to hatch up a plan.
They scratched and they scratched
and that house of straw,
until all it was
was a pile of flaws.
The wolf grabbed some buddies
to rebuild his house,
they use the twigs
for the new penthouse.
The pigs were upset
the house was rebuilt,
hoping that the wolf
would be filled with guilt.
The pigs chewed and chewed
the whole house down,
knowing it would leave the wolf
with a permenant frown.
The wolf grabbed his friend
the old bricklayer,
rebuilding the house of bricks
while saying a prayer.
The pigs caught on to the fact
the house was up for a third time,
dually noting this
house was in its prime.
They scratched and they scratched
but the house would not fall,
they chewed and they chewed
but there was nothing toppling the wall.
The wolf seemed to have won
but not for long,
for the front door material
was not very strong.
The pigs simply knocked
before breaking it down,
barging on in as they prepared
for a meltdown.
They cut off the paw
of the wolf as he screamed,
getting the payment
that they finally dreamed.
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