The Three Little Pigs

We’re Three Little Pigs, we’d like to say
Into the world Mum sent us one day
She said, “Go out, Seek your fortunes, Do.”
On that, we each had a diff’rent view
But each decided if that’s the case
For a home, we’d better build a place
The first of us built a house of straw
But that turned out to be quite a flaw
The second of us built one of sticks
But that proved not much better a fix
The third of us thought that bricks would do
So out he went and he bought a few
He built a house both sturdy and strong
One that would last him forever long
This was proved on the following day
When a wolf happened to pass our way
He saw the straw house and looked inside
And saw the first of us could not hide
He knocked on the door with such a din
“Little pig, little pig, let me in”
“I can’t do that” said the first of us,
Course that caused the wolf to howl and cuss
“I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down
And you will make the best meal in town”
He huffed and puffed till the house gave way
But the first of us escaped the day
To the house built of sticks he did race
At a very fast and frantic pace
As the wolf continued down the lane
His evil eyes, they lit up again
When he did see the house built of sticks
He began again to try his tricks
“Little pigs, little pigs, let me in.
I have had enough of this chagrin”
“We can’t do that” the two of us said
And boy did that make the wolf see red
“I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down
And I’ll have a better meal in town”
He huffed and puffed with all his might
And sure enough he was proven right
The house collapsed and fell to the ground
But the two of us could not be found
Into the house that was built of bricks
We ran and waited for more antics
First they came with the knock on the door
Followed by words from the wolf’s own lore
But the ones which we three understood
Were the ones which we thought not so good
“Little pigs, little pigs, let me in.
You’re really getting under my skin.”
“We can’t do that” was our prompt reply
And off the handle the wolf did fly
“I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down
And have me a first-class meal in town”
He huffed and puffed, but he could not do
What he had done to the other two
He danced about in an awful rage
‘Cos he was defeated at this stage
But then he had a thought in his mind
There might be a way that he could find
“I’ll go down the chimney. That should work
And the Three Little Pigs I will murk.”
But the wolf had thought in much to haste
We Three Little Pigs had that thought faced
On the fire we had filled a big pot
Of water to be so boiling hot
That when the wolf came finally down
In the boiling water he would drown
And get cooked that when supper time came
We’d beaten the wolf at his own game