The little pig began to pray, But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, "Bacon, pork and ham! Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!" And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last. Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated. Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted Another little house for pigs, And this one had been built of TWIGS!

Each poem is a parody of a traditional folk tale. He provides a re-interpretation and surprise ending instead of the traditional happily-ever-after ending. In this poem with gory twists, Roald Dahl combines the characters in the Three Little Pigs story with Little Red Riding Hood.

The third little pig, wise and true, Built a house of bricks, sturdy and new. The wolf huffed and puffed, he gave it a try, But the brick house stood tall, reaching the sky. With courage and wit, they faced their fears, The three little pigs, in joyful tears. United they stood, against the odds, In their safe brick house, blessed by the gods.

'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' 'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!' 'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' The little pig began to pray, But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, 'Bacon, pork and ham! Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!' And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last.

The Three Little Pigs Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs. One day, they built their own houses of straw, sticks and bricks. The next day, a big bad wolf came to the first house. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in,” he snarled. “Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin, I will not let you in!” cried the first little pig.

The three little pigs got the biggest pan they had, and filled it full of water and put it on the fire to boil. All the time they could hear the sound of the wolf climbing the tree and then walking along the roof. The little pigs held their breath. The wolf was coming down the chimney.

‘The Three Little Pigs’ by Roald Dahl retells the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs with a surprisingly dark conclusion. The poem begins with the speaker stating that he really likes pigs.

‘Little pig, little pig, let me come in!’. ‘No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!’. ‘Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!’. But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, ‘Bacon, pork and ham! Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!’. He carefully kept the tail till …

This poem starts out with a tribute to pigs, but then the narrator notes that some pigs aren’t very clever. One pig, for instance, built his house of straw. A Wolf saw the house, blew it down, and ate the pig inside.

2025年1月26日 · Above all others is the pig. Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever, Pigs are courteous. However, One meets a pig who is a fool. A pig who'd built his house of STRAW? And said, 'That pig has had his chips.' 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' 'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!' 'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!'