Why are you afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?
Once upon a time,
A wolf huffed and he puffed and he wanted to blow the house down.
Everyone thought he was bad,
Nobody knew his real deal.
Really and truly the wolf was just sad.
He wanted a hug,
a warm cookie,
or even a friend to talk to.
But the three little pigs didn't know his real story.
The wolf was just sad, dealing with things,
He didn't know how to approach those three pigs.
In the ways he had always been treated,
as scary and rude and just bursting with evil...
He tried huffing and puffing and didn't know how to show his kindness.
You shouldn't be afraid of that big, bad wolf.
He's a kind fella, really, and just wants some love.
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