Big Bad Wolf

He was born black as the crow

Not grey as the lupine code.

At first to all he was novel and new,

But within the year he was feared by a few,

Why is he different, it’s not our way

Within eighteen months he was too scared to stay.

To the river he went fast flowing and fleet,

With a touch of the paw, leapt to the waters meet,

This was no pact with suicide, 

simply trying to save his hide,

And his fear drove him onto the other side.

Oh sweet smelling earth on the far bank he lay

His life was secured for another day.

Hunger spurred him on to a house of straw

Where a fat little piggy stood at the door,

Little pig, little pig, can you spare me some food?

But the pig closed the door, he was incredibly rude.

Onward he went to a stick house with some ire,

Little pig little pig can I sleep by your fire,

Another door closed, next a house made of stone,

But in the land of the pigs, the outsider is forever alone.

With weary paws and head to the ground,

A forest track he wound his way down.

Up ahead in a glade a girl clad in red.

Little girl, little girl, spare some food he did beg

But from an early age the rhymes she had been taught,

And this errant lupine left her somewhat distraught,

With a scream of alarm the basket she did drop

And our red cloaked heroine simply took off.

To the basket he crawled, belly on the ground,

Inside the cane delicious biscuits he found.

But barely two eaten, for a pause, he stopped.

Never saw the woodsman's axe as it dropped

For in our world it’s sure plain enough

Everyone’s afraid of some big black wolf