The Three Little Pigs
The Three Little Pigs
By Elton Camp
(I continue to be puzzled at the quite horrible
nature of some of the stories we read to our
small children. This one, perhaps, is no worse
than the original.)
The pigs went out to see what they could do
And their names were Yellow, Red and Blue
Their mother said, “Trouble will cause you care,
But of the big, bad wolf be especially aware.”
Due to their mother’s warning, they did decide
Each one should build a house in which to hide
Yellow soon met a man carrying a load of straw
“That will make we the best house you ever saw.”
As soon as Yellow had his house of straw complete,
The Big, Bad Wolf came along all ready pig to eat
The wolf ran right up and began to knock at the door
Yellow said, “Get away and don’t come back anymore.”
The wolf growled, “That’s not a very friendly way to be.
I’ll huff, puff and blow in your house on the count of three
The big wolf in his lung power took an inordinate pride
And soon he trotted off with the first little pig inside
Blue heard what befell his brother, so decided what to do
A house made of sticks should be harder to break through
His house the pig put together and thought it was sound
But he was proven to be wrong when the wolf came around
The ways of the wolf, Red the brother three, now knew
He didn’t want the fate of his brothers to befall him too
Red talked a man into giving him a large load of brick
“A house made of these and the wolf can’t pull his trick.”
True enough, his huffing and puffing didn’t do the job at all
So up onto the pig’s roof and over to his chimney he did crawl
But it was into a big pot of boiling water that the wolf then fell
Red then cooked and ate the wolf, but also his brothers as well
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