(poetry diary 218-3/27/17) My husband and I took our wolf-loving five year old to a musical presentation of “The Three Little Pigs” this weekend, We’d forgotten that many versions of this story the pigs eat the wolf. Or else something else bad happens to it, as in the poem below. In the version we saw, the wolf was made into stew. Our child was NOT happy.
The Three Little Pigs
The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,
Now and then, to break this rule,
One meets a pig who is a fool.