18 May 2012
The three little pigs in a bit of a jam, Sought some help from the gingerbread man.
Their lives were in peril from a wolf so bad, Protection they said, must be had.
I'm really not sure, my protection's not cheap. It may be better to call on Little Bo peep.
Little Bo Peep?! The pigs did yell. Of her and her sheep we know too well! Her shady dealings you surely know; That thing she has going with Pinochio.
Well we're really not sure our man is you, Maybe we'll talk to Little Boy blue.
Go ahead, shrugged the gingerbread man. Find Ole Blue if you think that you can. But Ole Blue's not well and took to drink, He carouses all night; he's on the brink.
The brink! Oh no! Maybe we'll meander Down to the river to see Goosey Gander. He'll know who to call to keep the wolf from our door. Come let us hurry; time wasting no more.
So off they hurried down to the river, Their legs a scurrying, their tails a quiver.
But on arrival what horror they saw. Feathers they were scattered and there was blood on the door.
While the piggys stood frozen in shock Wolfie looked down from a convenient rock.
He yawned and stretched then broke into a run. Chasing piggys was so much fun.
Fat little piggys 1 2 3 "Come here little piggys, it's time for tea!"
Three Little Piggys • Opuss № I