Poem- The Big, Nice Wolf (The other side of the Three Little Pigs)

The Big Nice Wolf
(The other side of the Three Little Pigs)


There once was a wolf
Who had a terrible sneezing cold
He was making a cake for his granny
Who was very, very old

The wolf didn't realise
That he was out of sugar
He decided to ask his neighbour who was a pig
But the pig thought he was vulgar

This little pig's house
Was made out of straw
So the wolf went
To knock on the door

He thought that this pig
Was a little bit dim
So when he knocked
The door fell right in

He felt a tickle in his nose
And thought here comes a sneeze
It blew the house right over
Like it would a strong breeze

When the house bit the dust
He found the pig dead
He didn't want to leave it there
So he ate it instead

He moved to the next house
As he licked his lips
This pig wasn't much smarter
His house was made of sticks

He rang the bell on the stick house
And said "Mr Pig, Mr Pig are you in?"
The pig answered "Go away wolf, you can't come in. I'm shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin."

The wolf suddenly felt
Another sneeze was here
The house blew over
And the wolf said, "Oh dear."

He was greeted again
With the sight of a dead pig
It was like deja vu
The wolf thought 'This day has been big.'

As he walked away
And felt a bit sick
He went to the next house
This was made of brick

He thought to himself
'This pig is quite smart.'
He knocked on the door
With a big heart

The pig yelled "hold on"
And the wolf thought here it comes
The wolf went ah choo!!
Yet the house still hung

The door swung open
With the sight of a happy pig
The wolf asked "May I have some sugar?"
And the pig said "Come in."

The pig lent some sugar
And asked what it was for
The wolf said "A cake,
For a birthday at house twenty-four."

The pig said "Great
I don't have plans."
And the wolf soon earned
Another set of hands

They put up decorations
And finished the cake
And when grandma came home
It was time to celebrate

The wolf and pig
Became best friends
And that's what I call
A happy end