Your three pigs, all small roundabout figures

Narcisstic parasites that do all but quiver. 

Your three pigs, are found to be dead. It is not my fault, I did not make their bed.

I told you once, twice, now thrice.

I had new neighbors,  I greet the newcomers wholeheartedly I may add.

It was just a tad of knock, when they all sneered

"We have no answer for your kind here".

I huffed and puffed, but blew no house down.

I bellowed and blowed but no straws were bound.

I wanted to be nice, so I waited for them to roll their dice and apologize.

They pulled my fur, mocked my pur, and smashed my glasses.

I had enough of these pigs, after they ruined my digs.

I blasted, smashed, and crashed. I whooped and growled, then pounced on them all.

I am The Wolf, and I did not commit any crime.

I was nice with my time and took off with their heads.

I am not a criminal, for they had made their beds.