Once upon a time, in a land so swell, three little pigs did happily dwell. They sang with glee and danced with flair, making their houses with hardly a care.

The first little pig, with a lazy grin, built his house with straw so thin. He weaved it together in a minute or less, then sat down proudly to rest and bless.

The second little pig, quick on his feet, built his house with sticks so neat. In a blink, his work was done, off he skipped to have some fun.

The third little pig, with wise, wise eyes, built his house to last, to no surprise. Brick by brick, he worked all day, not letting anything get in his way.

As the sun set and stars shone bright, the lazy pigs sang into the night. 'Our houses are done, let's dance in the moon,' they cheered together, as they sang a tune.

But the third pig, he did not frolic nor laugh, for he knew a storm might come with a wrath. 'My house is strong, built with care,' he thought to himself, in the cool night air.

Then one day came a wolf so sly, he huffed and puffed, he blew a mighty sigh. ‘Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!’ he cried with a sneer and a toothy grin.

‘Not by the hair on our chinny-chin-chin!’ the first two pigs squealed, but couldn’t win. The house of straw, it fell down quick, the house of sticks, it was no chick.

They ran and ran to the third pig’s door, ‘Save us, save us! You’re our last hope for more!’ The third pig let them in, and bolted the lock, while the wolf outside began to mock.

The wolf huffed and puffed with all his might, but the brick house stood strong, a powerful sight. In the end, the wolf, he could not prevail, and away he went, with a flick of his tail.

The three pigs cheered, they sang a song, for they now knew where they belonged. ‘Hard work, hard work, it sure does pay,’ they chorused together, in a merry way.

From then on, the lazy pigs learned a lot, and worked with care on every plot. The tale of the pigs and the wolf so mean, ends with a lesson, bright and keen.