Once upon a time, there was a wolf, tall and kind

Wanting to make things right, he made up his mind

He set off with fruits and veggies, favorites of the pigs

The first he saw, house of straw, smoking from a cig

For the first pig he saw was just as poor as he

A mutual smile, though, is what he wanted to see

But the pig grew angry and scared, fleeing his land

Only because it was touched by the wolf's dark hand

Despite his kindness and them being equally poor,

the first pig ran to knock at his brother's door

The wolf remained calm and continued on

The middle class one stood firm on his lawn

"Go back to your home!" the little pig cried

He feared the wolf's vengeance. Others had tried

For this area used to be a lot of the wolfs' homes,

but the high cost pushed them all out of the zone

The wolf put his hands up, meaning no harm,

but the pigs still saw him with great alarm

So, they pushed past him and went further to the core

Being pigs, they were welcomed into the wealthiest of doors

A mansion of bricks. Far better than sticks

It all seemed like a huge and elaborate trick

It made little sense, but the wolf had to leave

He left his gift outside and hoped for no thieves