And so it came for the brothers three.
That life together came happily.
Content to play and to sing.
And of course, share everything.
Life for them was indeed good,
Until the wolf came to their neighborhood.

Now all their fun comes to an end.
As the wolf starts making trouble again.
He made is way up to the first home.
Knowing that each pig lived alone.
Thinking of dinner with a knife and fork,
Using them to dig into all that pork.

And to the straw house he made his way.
And knocking twice he began to say:
"Little pig, please let me in."
"Not by the hair of my chiney-chin chin."
At this his temper grew indeed.
And gave a warning for the pig to heed.

"Bad mistake I tell to thee.
Listen now to my decree.
My temper grew, and now its hot.
Your house I'll blow from this here spot."
And taking in a bit of air.
He blew till the house was no longer there.

Startled at first by this horrid feat,
the first little pig made a quick retreat.
And to the next house, the pig ran quick,
To his brother and his house of sticks.
And told his brother his terrifying story.
About how his house was made so poorly.

But the wolf is desperate, and he's hungry too.
Hoping now for little pig stew.
Up to the next house, the one made of sticks,
He cautiously creeps, and his chops he licks.
His belly aches and he shows his teeth.
Until dinners served there'll be no peace.

And to the stick house he made his way.
And knocking twice he began to say:
"Little pigs, please let me in."
"Not by the hair of our chiney-chin chin."
At this his temper grew indeed.
And gave a warning for the pig to heed.

"Bad mistake I tell to thee.
Listen now to my decree.
My temper grew, and now its hot.
Your house I'll blow from this here spot.
And taking in a bit of air.
He blew till the house was no longer there.

Down for the count the house of sticks,
As they run to their brother and his house of bricks
He's the smart one with a college education.
He was working hard while they were on vacation.
The wolf steps up, his pride soaring high.
Now licking his lips, hoping for pig pie.

He threatens to huff and he threatens to puff.
He blows too hard which knocks him on his duff.
Failure is tough and so is defeat.
Motivation stirs from fresh pig meat.
And so he thinks for the perfect plan.
To get him sausage or maybe smoked ham.

His brain starts churning and then comes to a stop.
Deciding now he must reach the top.
His climb is a struggle but he reaches his goal.
Aiming now for the chimney hole.
He squeezes right in, his temper boiling hot.
Slides right down into a cooking pot.

With a yell of rage and a scream for help,
That nasty old wolf lets a final yelp.
The pigs have had it, the wolf's had his fun.
So the third little pigs dials 9-1-1.
The police are waiting when the wolf comes down.
And they grab him, cuff him, and take him downtown.

But that's not the end of the wolf who's bad.
The world's goanna get it cause he's steaming mad.
"I hate you all!" and that's a quote.
And I must end my tale with this final note.
Be careful everybody, and check your bed.
He's awfully hungry, cause he can't get fed.

The pigs are cautious, they know he's loose.
If they're not careful, he'll cook their goose.
But if some chance the wolf does show.
Take out your shotgun and aim real low.

—Kyle Jacob Hêbert, March 28, 1995
© 1995, 2004 KJH STUPH Productions