Practical Pig: You can play and laugh and fiddle / Don't think you can make me sore / I'll be safe and you'll be sorry / When the Wolf comes to your door.
Fifer Pig, Fiddler Pig: Who's there?
Wolf: I'm a poor little sheep with no place to sleep. Please open the door and let me in.
Fifer Pig, Fiddler Pig: Not by the hair on our chinny-chin-chin. You can't fool us with that old sheepskin.
Fiddler Pig: I build my house of sticks / I build my house of twigs / With a hey-diddle-diddle / I play on the fiddle / And dance all kinds of jigs.
Practical Pig: See? I told you what would happen / When that big wolf came around / Only bricks and stone are wolf-proof / Now, at last, you're safe and sound.
Fifer Pig: I build my house of straw / I build my house of hay / I toot my flute / I don't give a hoot / And play around all day.
