The big bad wolf, that’s my name
My monstrous appearance is the one to blame
These claws for clawing,
These jaws for gnawing.
When I come near,
All I smell is fear
All they do is run and hide.
Can’t they see who I am inside?
All I really want is a friend.
Feelings of loneliness, when will they end?
Oh, what are those pigs doing over there
I couldn’t help but sit and stare.
The smallest pig was holding straw,
The middle pig was holding a saw.
The oldest pig was holding cement
I’m so confused, I didn’t know what all this meant.
It became clear that they’re building a home of their own
I’ve never had one, all my life I was all alone.
Alright. They’re done.
I really hope they don’t get scared and run.
“Please let me come in,” I said
He replied, “No, if I let you come in, I’ll be dead”
I begged, “Please trust me. I’ll cry if you don’t let me in.”
I began to cry the tune of a broken violin.
The pig felt bad and let me come in.
I stopped crying and gave him a big grin.
From there, it was all history.
Only one little pig put an end to my misery.