In a little old house on a little old hill,
With the dead black trees and eerie chill,
They say there lived a monstrous wolf pup
That huffed, and puffed, then gobbled kids up.
Three little boys, how brave they were!
No big bad wolf, no horrible cur,
Could ever scare them, no, not today!
With a huff, and a puff, they made their way.
The first little boy, shaking like straws,
The gaping darkness gave him pause;
The boy's knees bent, his courage swayed;
So with a huff, and a puff, he flew away.
The second little boy wanted his kicks,
Throwing tough words and throwing big sticks,
But thinking he heard a horrid wail,
With a huff, and a puff, he turned his tail.
The third little boy, though things looked grim,
He stilled the quivers of his chinny chin chin;
Feet planted firm as a big brick wall,
With a huff, and a puff, he stood up tall.
And, alas! He found nothing there;
Just an old kitty cat with greying hair.
Seeing there was nothing to be scared about,
With a huff, and a puff, he laughed out loud.