Lyrics
In the morning, on the farm, wake up three little pigs,
Lazy Pig sunbathes by the pool, what a life he digs!
Sleepy Pig's by a tree, with a book on his lap,
Busy Pig's on the field, working hard, no time to nap!
Big Bad Wolf with a glass, tracking all their moves,
Peering through his binoculars, he spots them and approves.
Sets his picnic quickly, plotting with a grin,
"Those pigs will be mine soon, let the chase begin!"
Wolf huffs and puffs at the houses, each made differently,
First he blows down the straw, then the reeds, with much glee.
As their homes collapse, the brothers in fright take flight,
Running swiftly to the safety of the brick house by night.
Arriving at Busy Pig’s brick house, they lock the door tight,
Wolf blows hard at their refuge, his face turning white.
But the house stands firm, "It won't budge!" he declared,
Realizing it's futile, the pigs inside, now spared.
Inside their sturdy home, the pigs begin to play,
Happy and secure, they laugh all day,
The wolf, exhausted, knows his efforts are in vain,
Back to the woods he trudges, feeling the strain.
