Future Tense

Future Tense.

Why won't you, sit right back,
And I, I may tell you, a tale.
A tale of three, little pigs,
And a big, bad, wolf.

Well the first little piggy, well he will be kinda
hip.
He will spend most of his days, just a dreaming of
the city.
And then one day, he will buy a guitar.
He will move to Hollywood, to become a star. 
But, will be living on the farm, he will know of 
the city. 
He will build his house out of straw, what a pity.
And then on day, jamming on some chords,
Along come the wolf, knocking on his door. 

Little Pig, Little Pig, will you let me in. 
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, little pig, will you let me in.
Well I will be huffing, I will be puffing, I'll blow your 
house in!
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he will 
kinda stoked. 
He will spend most of his time just a ganga
smoking.
Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Will be getting pay money for religious speech.
He will build his shelter from what he will garbage
pick.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then on day he will be cranking out Bob
Marley,
And along will come the Wolf on his big bad 
Harley.

Little Pig, Little Pig, will you let me in. 
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, little pig, will you let me in.
Well I will be huffing, I will be puffing, I'll blow your 
house in!
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the third little piggy, the grade A 
student. 
His Daddy will be a rock star name Pig Nugent. 
Will earn his Master Degree, from Harvard 
College.
He will build his house from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy's rock stardom, will pay for the bills.
And then one day will come the old house
smasher.
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher. 

Little Pig, Little Pig, will you let me in. 
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Little Pig, little pig, will you let me in.
Well I will be huffing, I will be puffing, I'll blow your 
house in!
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the big bad Wolf,
Well he will huff, and he will puff, all that he 
can.
And low and behold the little piggy's house
stand.
"IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE" The little piggy
will shout.
The wolf will just frown, as he will pout.
So they will call nine-eleven, like any piggy
would.
The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they 
can. 

"Yo, wolf-face- I'm your worst nightmare,
your behind is mine!"
Well the wolf will fall dead as you will plainly see. 
That will be the end of the story, for you and me.
If you would give a listen, you just may,
Hear the big wolf or little piggy say.

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