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He swore it was a big wind |
My name is Norman Nosy I’m with the Hometown News I am their star reporter In search of news and clues I’m in a place call Pigtown Last population three No more than those three houses As far as I can see There’s only one left standing The other two are flat They look like they’ve been blown down I don’t know what caused that That one house is a stout house Built out of sturdy brick The other two that were destroyed Were made of straw and sticks No wonder they had blown down They had no strong support I took a photograph or two And started my report I interviewed this wolf guy Who said he saw it all While strolling through the neighborhood He saw those houses fall He swore it was a big wind That blew out of the west The brick house was the only one That passed that windy test The two pigs who had lived there Whose houses had come down Were jumping up and down outside And running all around The third pig from the brick house Came out with all the fuss The other two yelled at the wolf And they began to cuss They said it was the wolf’s fault Their houses had blown down He huffed and puffed and puffed again And they fell to the ground The wolf stood by his statement That he was passing by He couldn’t blow down any house Why would he even try? I’m not sure what had happened But one thing I am sure They way that wolf looks at the pigs Shakes me right to my core But I can’t stick around here The paper cannot wait I have to file my story soon Or else I’ll be too late The three pigs and the wolf stood And argued without pause The wolf said he was innocent That he was not the cause Those houses were not built well Yeah, anyone could see The third pig said let’s go inside And have a cup of tea I still have some misgivings And maybe you’ll agree But I’ll go home to eat my lunch My favorite - BLT |