Once there was a naughty girl –
Goldilocks by name –
And teasing pigs was what she liked
Which really was a shame.
She’d move into the piggies’ sty
When they had been let out,
And she’d gobble any food she found
If others weren’t about.
She’d snuggle down into their straw,
And crunch on piggy-snacks –
But luckily she would escape
Before the pigs came back.
The piggies, when they came back home,
Said: ‘Who’s been in our sty?'
And: ‘Who’s been sleeping on our straw?’
And each pig gave a sigh.
‘But someone’s eaten all our snacks,’
The largest piggy said:
‘And look,’ he cried, quite full of rage:
‘There’s crumbs all in my bed.’
So, did they catch that awful girl?
Well no-one really cares –
But after this, I heard that she
Went on to tease some bears!
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