Little Pigs Three

Also in 2007, in response to a fragment someone else in the filk group had put forward, I wrote this facet of the tale in the cadences of Eugene Field's affecting "Little Boy Blue," a classic of Americana from a generally intoxicated Denver newspaperman who also penned "Three Dutch Fishermen," better known as "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod." His work is well worth revisiting. Here, however, is one he did not write:

LITTLE WOLF BLEW

[after Eugene Field]

The little grass hut has been tumbled down
   And scattered across many lands;
And the little stick house has been spread around
   Carried off by various hands.
Time was when the little grass hut was new,
   And the stick house was trim and fair;
And that was the time when those Little Pigs Two
   Lazily built them there.

"Now don't come in to my house," they said,
   "By the hair of my chinny-chin chin!"
And off each went to his flimsy bed
   And slept with a piggy grin,
And, as they were dreaming, a wolf so bad
   Came to their small dwellings and blew
Oh! so very strong were the lungs he had
   And the grasses and sticks, he did strew.

Ay, off on the winds of the Wolf they went,
   And nothing remained in place--
Not one single stem or twig was unbent
   To shelter a little pig's face,
And they wondered, they wondered, as they did flee
   And they ran through the woods so thick:
Would they find shelter with Little Pig Three
   Who they mocked when he built with brick?
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