The Big, Bad Wolf On the Prowl
The Big, Bad Wolf On the Prowl
By Elton Camp
Little pigs the wolf doesn’t hate
He loves them and so he ate
The first pig’s house of straw was made
Just one puff and on the ground it laid
The next pig’s house was made of sticks
A huff and puff and the pig was in a fix
When he came to the house out of bricks
That much huffing and puffing he did nix
He made a sly purchase of the housing loan
The payments late, the place he did own
With the mortgage in his hairy hand
He told the pig, “You’ll taste grand!”
When the eviction notice was served
The pig suffered the fate that he deserved
And so it goes with real estate
The bank is the wolf all berate
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