Jerry had a little wolf

Whose fur was dull and black

All the pigs mocked him at school

And he swore he’d get them back

Of all the pigs, there were just three

That really made Wolf mad

They’d say, “Oh no! The Big Bad Wolf!”

In the most mocking tones they had

So every night, poor little Wolf

Would go straight home and cry

But then one day, he finally snapped

He wanted the pigs to die!

From that day on, the little wolf

Would work out hard and long

He knew one day, the pigs would pay

He’d show them they were wrong

Slowly, surely, day by day

The wolf gained more respect

He thought the pigs would be afraid

And, mostly, he was correct

But there were still those three bad pigs

They wouldn’t give it up

They joked and squealed and laughed at him

Now Wolf had had enough

But Wolf grew up, as did the pigs,

And went their separate ways

Although, as fate would have it,

They would meet another day

Though that day was quite far off

It crept up, looming near

They lived their lives, not knowing

Of that day they should have feared

It all started one morning

When Wolf got up and said,

“I sure would love some bacon,

That would get me out of bed.”

So with the thought of crispy meat,

Wolf rummaged all around

But after searching everywhere

No bacon had been found

“Now, what can I eat for breakfast?”

Wolf wondered, as he thought,

“I don’t want eggs or cereal.

And waffles? Certainly not.”

“Or maybe I will have bacon,”

Wolf said with an evil grin,

“I’ll go and find those awful pigs.

I’ll blow their doors right in!”

So Wolf put on his meanest look,

He ruffled up his hair

“I’ll creep right up behind those pigs,

I’ll give them an awful scare.”

And with that, Wolf was on his quest

To find those pigs, those hogs

He asked anybody that he could,

The birds, the trees, the frogs

It seemed like no one knew a thing

Then, finally, some luck!

Wolf got some helpful information

From a passing duck

“The pigs that yar be lookin’ for,”