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JOSIE'S POEMS
Classic Children's Story Poems
By Josie Whitehead
THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
(Adapted from an old English fairy tale)
(But . . . Did you know that Mr Wolf was Italian?)
Well listen to this story and tell me if I'm wrong.
By Josie Whitehead
Three little piglets decided one day
That they’d each like a home of their own.
'With what shall we build it?' thought each little pig;
'With straw, or with sticks or with stone?'
The first little piglet decided on straw.
'It’s quick and it’s easy,' he said:
He built a small home and decided to sleep - - -
But - - - what did he hear when in bed?
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'Let me in, let me in!' called a terrible voice
And a wolf asked if he could come in
But the first little pig shouted: 'Not on your life
Or the hair on my chinny chin chin!'
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But the wolf huffed and puffed and blew very hard
And with no time for Piglet to squeal,
Down came the house and in went the wolf
And poor Piglet became his first meal.
The second pig said: 'My sticks are so strong.
The wolf won’t get me I am sure,'
So he worked all day long and then went to his bed,
But a knocking was heard on his door.
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'Let me in, let me in!' called a terrible voice
And the wolf asked if he could come in,
But the second pig shouted: 'Not on your life,
Or the hair on my chinny chin chin!'
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But the wolf huffed and puffed and blew very hard
And with no time for Piglet to squeal,
Down came the house and in went the wolf
And poor Piglet became his next meal.
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The third little pig said: 'My bricks are the best.
The wolf won’t get me I’m quite sure,'
So he worked all day long and then went to his bed
But a knocking was heard on his door.
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'Let me in, let me in!' called a terrible voice
And the wolf asked if he could come in,
But the third piglet shouted: 'NO, not on your life,
Or the hair on my chinny chin chin!'
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But the wolf huffed and puffed and blew very hard,
And he huffed and he puffed all day long.
But the wicked old wolf didn’t eat Piglet Three
For his brick house was sturdy and strong.
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And here is a lesson for children to learn:
Hark well to the words that I tell:
'If a job that you do is worth doing at all -
Make good sure that you do that job well!'
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