| Long ago, there were three pigs
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| Little handsome piggy-wigs
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| For the big, very big, very bad wolf
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| They didn’t give three figs
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| Number one was very gay
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| And he built his house with hay
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| With a hey, hey, toot
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| He blew on his flute and he played around all day
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| Number two was fond of jigs and so
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| He built his house with twigs
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| Hi-diddle-diddle, he played on his
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| Fiddle and danced with lady pigs
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| Number three said, «Nicks on tricks!
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| I’ll build my house with bricks!»
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| He had no chance to sing and dance
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| 'Cause work and play don’t mix
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| Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
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| The big bad wolf, the big bad wolf?
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| Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
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| Tra-la-la-la-la! |