The three little pigs had a gambling problem
Their mortgage was way past due
Now the wolf was outside the stick door
Saying “Come out or we’ll sue”

Well, the pig got a bit insulting
And the wolf had anger trouble
And finally, the wolf said with a shout
“Come out, or I wreck this hovel!”

The wolf brought in the industrial fan
And aimed it at the pile
As the mess blew apart, the pig ran away
To his brother just over the stile

Now this brother was also a slob
And just as much past due
So the wolf came to the door again,
Saying “don’t make me hurt you!”

Then the pigs both got really mean
Throwing insults down left and right
So the wolf brought in the fan again
And caused them to run in fright.

To their third brother, a little bit smarter
But still not considered the greatest
In fact, of all the mortgages,
His was probably the latest.

The wolf wasn’t happy to see this house
Despite it being made of stone
It looked every bit like the others
So the wolf let out a groan

And said, “Get your tails out here,
I’ve just about had enough,
Or otherwise I’ll huff and puff,
And blow this wreck up!”

The pigs got downright nasty
So he got the TNT
Then of the house there was nothing left
But rubble as far as the eye could see.

And that night the wolf had bacon
With a little ham on the side.
Let this be a lesson to you,
When the wolf knocks, don’t get snide!