Ribbitt

There once were three magical pigs. They were neighbors that danced the jig. The wolf in the valley Sometimes walked down their alley. He was hungry for one of those pigs! Pig-one lived in a house made of straw. He looked at his walls with great awe. At night he would nibble His saliva would dribble. He often ate straw from his wall. The second pig had a house made of sticks. He built it without magical tricks. And although it was rare, He nibbled sticks there. Until piggy-two became sick…very sick. At night he would scream for ice cream!” An unusual request so it seems. It annoyed piggy one Who waved his magic wand! Sweet corn on pig two’s wall”, he schemed. The third pig built a house of bricks. Bricks are much stronger than sticks. So, try as he might, He could not nibble at night. So, he practiced his jig just for kicks. Their neighbor, the alley-walking wolf, Snuck around one night, never saying, “Woof!” He went to the first pig’s house. He acted like a lousy louse. A zip of the wand; the bad wolf was gone. Poof! Piggy-one ran to tell pig-two and pig-three. You’ll never believe the sight he did see. Pig-two and the wolf had a cup Ice cream they swallowed all up. How in the world could this be? The wolf was still hungry; that was bad. Roast pig was the best option that he had. When he lunged at those two, Through the air he flew. Pig three waved his wand three pigs were glad. Pig-three had been watching them there. Unlikely friends at an ice cream affair The skinniest of the pigs, Started dancing pig jigs. Because he ended that wolf with great flare. A “Ribbitt” instead of a growl, That wolf will never more howl. Three magical pigs… Spend their nights doing jigs. No longer fearing the wolf’s angry growl. Inspired by the store of the Three Little Pigs: Written for Johyn Heck's "Happily Ever After" contest