The Three Poem

Once upon a time, in a land not far,

Lived three little pigs, beneath the twinkling star.

They built their houses, sturdy and true,

To keep them safe from the wolf, who blew.

The first little pig, oh, he was quite spry,

Built his house of straw, reaching for the sky.

But the wolf came huffing, puffing with might,

And blew down the straw with all his might.

The second little pig, a little more wise,

Built his house of wood, under sunny skies.

But the wolf, he came with a ferocious roar,

And blew down the wood, forevermore.

The third little pig, with a heart so bold,

Built his house of bricks, a fortress untold.

The wolf, he tried, with all his power,

But the house stood strong, hour after hour.

With snout in the air, the wolf declared,

"I'll get those pigs, no matter how prepared!"

He climbed down the chimney, full of sneers,

But the pigs were ready, with boiling hot spears.

They chased the wolf, oh, what a sight,

Through fields and forests, under moon's light.

The wolf, he whimpered, his tail between his legs,

As the three little pigs danced and sang, "Vengeance!" they said.

So, remember this tale, of pigs and their plight,

Of bravery and cunning, against the darkest night.

For in the end, it's not just size that wins,

But the courage within, where true strength begins.