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"The Three Little Pigs"
Once upon a time, in a land far away
There lived three little pigs who would play every day
'Til mummy pig said, it was time to leave home
To go out into the world to make homes of their own
The first little pig was the fastest for sure
And so he built a house very quickly out of straw
The second little pig built a house out of sticks
Whilst the third little pig built his house out of bricks
And all through the summer, the little pigs lived
In their houses of straw, of sticks, and of bricks
But then one sunny day at the start of July
The big bad wolf came wandering by
"Oh, little piggy," said that old wolf so mean
"That straw house of yours looks so wonderfully clean
I've been walking all day and my feet are so tired
Won't you let an old wolf take a rest by your fire?"
But the first little pig would not let the wolf in
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin, chin"
But that bad wolf he howled and he scowled and he frowned
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down"
And huff the wolf did, and with an almighty crash
The house made of straw blew away in a flash
But the pig didn't fancy being some old wolf's snack
So he ran very fast and he didn't look back
So he ran to the house that was made out of sticks
Where his brother the second pig happily lived
"Look all the doors," the little pig cried
"There's a huge and hungry wolf outside"
"Oh, little piggies, do let me in"
"Not by the hair on our chinny chin, chins"
So the bad wolf he grumbled, and he grizzled, and growled
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down"
And down the house came, so the pigs ran so quick
To the third piggy's house that was made out of bricks
"Shut all your windows," the piggies did shout
"There's a bad and blustery wolf about"
"Oh, little piggies, do let me in"
"Not by the hair on our chinny chin, chins"
So that mean old wolf, he shouted so terribly loud
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down"
So he huffed and he puffed and he blusted and blew
Then he roared and he raged and did all he could do
He howled, and he yowled, and he yelped, and he yipped
But he could not blow down the house made out of bricks
The little pigs cheered and they sighed with relief
But that big bad wolf had a trick up his sleeve
"If I can't blow it down," that cunning wolf said
"Then I'll just have to go down the chimney instead"
But the third little pig was the smartest of all and said
"Bring my cooking pot in from the hall
In the fireplace, we'll cook a piping hot stew
So come on, Mr. Wolf, we'll be ready for you"
So the little pigs worked whilst the big bad wolf climbed
On the roof he said, "Now down the chimney I'll slide"
But when he slid down the chimney, he fell right into the pot
And right into the stew so tremendously hot
"Yay! Ouch!" Cried the wolf, "This stew is too hot"
And he left right back out of that big cooking pot
He shot up like a rocket high into the sky
And he never again came wandering by
So the three little pigs they were safe and they were sound
And they fixed up the houses the wolf had blown down
The first built with straw and the second with sticks
Whilst the third little pig said, "Have you tried using bricks?"
And so our story ends today
But we'll be back another day
Another story for another time
So until the next story, goodbye