The wolves lived in harmony
Generous and kind
Always with heart,
Never with mind.
The pigs were quite savage.
Fleshy and fat.
They knew not of sweaters
Or blankets...or hats.
Papa Wolf had favorites
And claws and teeth.
He tore apart houses
With his claws and his feet.
The piggies got mortar
The piggies got stones.
The piggies got villages. Houses and homes.
Papa Wolf left me
With the fur on my back.
Silky and grey yet icy and flat
I swore that day,
The piggies were done.
They'd pay and they'd pay
For the home they'd undone.
The last thing I did
As I ran out of town
I huffed and I puffed
And I blew the house down.