After their scrimmage all smelly with sweat three pigs met a wolf as they packed up their net
67 P A 50 It’s cold and I’m hungry Wolf said with a plea And you look delicious he snarled at the three
1 67 I’m soorry there Wolf you are soorely mistaken Oh no But I’m not You’re Canadian bacon The pigs grabbed their sticks and took off on their blades They fled to their home Locked the doors Drew the shades
