Straw & Sticks & Bricks

Straw and sticks and bricks.
Bricks and straw and sticks.
Three piggies they went on their way
one warm and sunny piggy day,
with straw and sticks and bricks.

The straw was easily carried
'twas not a weighty load.
The sticks were bundled hurriedly
and carted down the road.

But the bricks, now they were heavy
and it would take some time to lay
one brick upon another
there'd be no room for play.

The first little piggies' house was built
in one hour maybe less.
The second piggy nailed and tied
his twigs into a mess.

The third little pig worked for days
building a good strong frame.
He filled in every crease and crack
in case the bad wolf came.

One night when the pigs were sleeping
snoring their piggy snores,
the big bad wolf came creeping
and knocking on their doors.

The straw house was his first stop.
"Piggy, piggy, let me in!"
The piggy woke up fast and cried,
"Not by my chiney chin chin!"

With a huff and puff the wolf blew down
the straw house, glad it wasn't bricks,
and the piggy ran piggy fast
to his brother's house of sticks.

They stood inside holding the door
they heard the wolf come by,
"Piggies, Piggies, let me in!"
All's they could do was cry!

"I'll huff and huff, and puff and puff,
This house will fall down quick!"
And the piggies ran out the back door
to their brother's house of brick.

Their brother saw them coming,
the door was open wide.
The wolf caught up and saw the house
and just stood out there and cried.

He knew the bricks were solid.
and that he could huff and puff,
but no matter how much breath he had
it wouldn't be enough!

The piggies inside just giggled
and dialed 911.
The police came by and took the wolf
that ended all his fun!

Well the wolf he was found guilty
of mean and nasty tricks,
and don't you know he now resides
in a jail house made of bricks!