3 little pig poem

Three little pigs, so small and stout,

Built their houses, without a doubt.
One made of straw, one of sticks,
And one of bricks, so solid and slick.

The big bad wolf came huffing and puffing,
Trying to blow their houses down with nothing.
But the straw house fell down so fast,
Leaving the little pig aghast.

The stick house held up a bit longer,
But eventually succumbed to the creature stronger.
Only the brick house remained standing tall,
Protecting the little pigs from the wolf's call.

So remember, dear children, as you grow,
To build your foundation strong and low.
For when troubles come knocking at your door,
A solid house will always endure.