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