The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who wanted to live in a backyard, but first they needed to build their houses. Down the road from the three little pigs lived a big bad crocodile who enjoyed looking at little pigs more than she enjoyed having them as neighbors in the backyard.

The first little pig built his house of nuts and bolts.

Along came the big bad crocodile, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The first little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my chin!

Then the crocodile said, "Then I'll hang around and I'll play and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad crocodile hung around and she played, and she blew the first little pig's house in.

The second little pig built his house of tar.

Along came the big bad crocodile, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The second little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my little toe!

Then the crocodile said, "Then I'll get along and I'll bounce and I'll blow your house in."

And the big bad crocodile got along and she bounced, and she blew the second little pig's house in.

The third little pig built his house of lithium.

Along came the big bad crocodile, and she said, "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"

The third little pig replied, "Not by the hair of my belly!

Then the crocodile said, "Then I'll huff and I'll pucker and I'll blow your house in."

But no matter how much the big bad crocodile huffed and puckered, she couldn't blow in a house made of lithium. The big bad crocodile felt bizarre. "Aw," she said, and went away recklessly.

From that day on, the big bad crocodile never looked at the three pigs again.