Around the hill from Mrs. Pig’s house lived Brother Wolf, and Brother Wolf had a mighty good mouth for pig meat. Every night Mr. Wolf came through the garden gate, and he walked round and round Mrs. Pig’s house, sniffing and snuffing, and calling in a soft voice:
“Mrs. Pig, Mrs. Pig, let me come in,
The corn is ripe, and the frosts begin.”
But Mrs. Pig always locked her door fast, and Brother Wolf had to go home without any pig meat.
One night Brother Wolf thought of a trick. He put a very high hat on his head. He put shoes on his feet. He tied a necktie around his neck, and he looked just like Mr. Man.
Then he put a bag of corn over his shoulder, and he walked, TRAMP, TRAMP, up the brick walk that led to Mrs. Pig’s house, and he rapped loudly on Mrs. Pig’s door.
“Mrs. Pig, Mrs. Pig, let me come in,
The corn is ripe, and the frosts begin,”
he said.
“Who knocks?” asked Mrs. Pig, peeping through the window, the little white pig under her arm.