The Three Little Pigs

In a land not far, not too near,
Lived three little pigs with hearts sincere.
They set off to build homes of their own,
Unaware of the danger that soon would be known.

The first little pig, in a hurry and dash,
Built a house of straw in a bit of a flash.
Along came the wolf with a huff and a puff—
The house tumbled down; it wasn’t enough!

The second pig thought, “I’ll try something new,”
So he built his house with sticks and glue.
But the wolf huffed hard and puffed once more,
And down fell the house with a crash to the floor.

The third little pig, both clever and wise,
Built a brick house that reached to the skies.
The wolf tried his best with breath so strong—
But the brick house stood, firm and long.

With courage and care, they passed the test,
And knew that hard work was always best.
The three little pigs, now safe and sound,
Laughed and played all year round.

So if you build dreams, both big and small,
Build them strong so they never fall.
Be patient, be smart, and always stay true—
And the winds of life won’t trouble you!

The End!