© By David Caucutt
In a little big forest far away,
There lived three little piglets, Pig,Piggy, and Pigglay.
Two little pigs were foolish things,
But the oldest was as wise as kings.
Now each little piggy needed an abode,
So from house to house, they begged for a load.
Pig, who was lazy made himself a home of hay,
Then he looked for some butterflies and just walked away.
Piggy, who was also a lazy flick,
Got himself a big long stick,
He cracked it into thirty twigs,
And now he is in there eating earwigs.
Wise old Pigglay, he made his home of brick.
He worked so hard, that his walls were double thick.
He made himself a roof, with shingles of hard slate.
Then he made himself some food and sat down and ate.
One fateful day, a mean wolf came to eat.
He searched longingly for nice pig meat.
Lazy Pig saw him coming, and went home running.
The wolf saw him run, and came after him slobbering.
Wolf knocked on the door and yelled, 'Let me in! Let me in!'
Lazy Pig replied, 'No way! Not by the hair on my fat little chin.'
Wolf snarled and said, 'I'll blow your house down.'
And so he did, right to the ground.
Then after a good meal, wolf chops got licks,
And he went for fat free feed from the house of sticks.
He knocked on the door and asked for in,
Which was answered, 'Snort in your face I'd rather sit on a pin!'
Piggy is gone like his brother too.
Fools like them are now quite few.
Wolf was still eager for a pig,
So he went to Pigglay's house hoping to get big.
'Let me in' was not enough,
So Wolfy decided to get big and tough.
He blew for an hour and got a red facial expression.
He fell on the ground and had involuntary motion.
Pigglay, who by a heart of kindness was led,
Ran out to save the mean old airhead.
Wolf was filled up to the brim,
Pigglay's end was kind of grim.
Now the moral of this story be:
Don't be a pig who is lazy.
Good pigs always have a stop.
Their wisdom is piggish and sometimes will pop.
Work like a wolf and all will go well,
But don't blow too hard or you might go to hell.
Eat like a glutton and you shall die,
And never give in to a piggish lie.
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