“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”

He was fierce and big, And he huffed and he puffed, And he puffed and he huffed, And he blew the house in, And he ate up the poor little pig.
And then the third little pig went out, With his curly tail and his saucy snout, Up to all kinds of pranks and tricks; And he met a man with a load of bricks, And he said, “I suppose You are perfectly willing to give me those?” By the begging he got them every one, And in a trice Was the house begun, And very shortly the house was done, Plastered and snug and nice.

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And along came the same wolf as before, And knocked at the door, Thump, thump, and cried, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” But the pig replied, “No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!” Then the wolf filled his cheeks out on each side, Like a bellows, to blow, And he howled, “O ho! Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
Well, he huffed and he puffed and he huffed, And he puffed and he huffed and he puffed, But with all his huffing, And all his puffing, The house would not fall in! And so, despite His appetite, He was forced to go with never a bite, And for once, at least, was cheated out Of the little pig with the saucy snout. Of the wily kind, Though, he was, and he whined, “I know, little pig, where we can find Some nice fresh turnips!” Pig grunted, “Where?” “O, over at Smith’s, in his home field— It’s not far there. If it’s pleasant weather Shall we go together To-morrow at six?” “Yes,” piggie squealed.
But what should the little pig contrive But to rise at five Next day, and to go through the early dew To the field where the turnips grew; They were plenty and sweet, And he ate of them all he cared to eat, And took enough for his dinner, and then Went home again.
The wolf came promptly at six o’clock, Gave a friendly knock, And asked the pig, “Are you ready to go?” “Why, I’d have you know I’ve already been there, and beside I’ve enough for dinner,” the pig replied. [THUMB]
[PAGE] The wolf saw then He was cheated again; But, “I know where’s a lovely apple tree,” In a winsome voice said he. And the wise little pig, from where he sat, Peered out and smiled, “Where’s that?” “At the Merry Garden; if you’ll be fair, And it’s pleasant weather, We two together At five in the morning will go there.”
Ah, sly and cunning The little pig was, for as early as four He was out next day, and running, running, Hoping to get the apples before The wolf was up. But the apple-tree Proved twice as far as he thought ’twould be. He climbed the boughs in the greatest haste, And thought to himself, “I’ll only taste, As a bit of a lunch.” But soon, crunch, crunch, He had eaten a score—then what should he see But the big gray wolf just under the tree!