"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"

"No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!"

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

The Wolf said, "Okay, here we go!"

He then began to blow and blow.

The little pig began to squeal.

He cried, "Oh Wolf, you've had one meal!

Why can't we talk and make a deal?"

The Wolf replied, "Not on your nelly!"

And soon the pig was in his belly.

[...]

"If I can't blow it down," Wolf said,

I'll have to blow it up instead.

I'll come back in the dead of night

And blow it up with dynamite!"

Pig cried, "You brute! I might have known!"

Then, picking up the telephone,

He dialed as quickly as he could

The number of red Riding Hood.

"Hello," she said. "Who's speaking? Who?

Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?"

Pig cried, "I need your help, Miss Hood!

Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?

[...] I know you've dealt with wolves before,

And now I've got one at my door!"

"My darling Pig," she said, "my sweet,

That's something really up my street."

[...]

Ah, Piglet, you must never trust

Young ladies from the upper crust.

For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,

Not only has two wolfskin coats,

But when she goes from place to place,

She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELLING CASE.