My youngest son's name was Bob,
He was such a dirty slob;
He made his house out of straw -
Dumbest thing I ever saw.
One day Bob hosted a bash -
He invited me, how brash!
"It will be such a corker!"
That stupid little porker.
The wolf came that night, of course;
He took the party by force.
He ate Bob and all his friends -
Must have been a nasty blend.
Joe we named the middle son -
He was such a simple one.
He made his home out of sticks,
Can you believe it? How thick.
We begged: use something stronger,
Bricks would last so much longer!
But did he listen to us?
No, bricks would be too much fuss.
Those twigs couldn't stop a fly,
Much less a wolf's hungry sigh.
So Joe's wooden walls did fall,
Wolf ate him up, sticks and all.
Our eldest lad's name is Lee -
Oh he's such a smart piggy!
Lee listened to us right quick -
He built his house brick by brick.
When that big bad wolf arrived
We heard only one survived;
It was not that stupid beast:
Lee was not hurt in the least.
Now I really must be off:
Lee's prepared a lovely trough.
You'll be joining us, won't you?
Dinner is a nice wolf stew.