The second is to come to know what threats may lurk from winds that blow, as huff and puff and strong winds blow from wolf in clothes that’s hiding foe!
The third investment is insurance, in steadfast head of perseverance, as hard work’s sweat ‘n tears my dear invested in subsiding fears but premiums anemia day did come, when totaled sum was not enough to cover buns!
And in the end with Pigs as friends, would good have stood in just pretends, or from yea’s would and could and should have understood, might house of wood withstood as good?
As building house that might withstood, from straw and sticks or mortared bricks, what lessons learned ’bout such concerns, if winds discerns ignites and burns?
Can words of wise bestow a prize or collect more flies from tales of lies, will lies surprise produce a prize or leave yea broken, with no more tokens?
Thus choose yea wise not some disguise that’s pulling wool right over eyes, and come to know of words of wise, or attracts distracts for otherwise!
Thus actions distraction to mind grown old, shall cause yea be thinking of being so bold, and angry emotions caught up in commotion can be loosing yea’s sight of importance devotions.
History denotes are not a joke, and tells us of what floats and bloats, and choosing friends that just pretend will one day blow away in wind…
As huff and puffs may push some stuff and cause some harm that’ll sound alarms, but building house from strength in arms and laying bricks that can’t be burned, will put to rest, concerns for nest!
Thus, in aftermath of fire’s path what’s learned from burned that failed concerns, did those in charge not do their part, just run ‘n hide subside discerns?
Was water stored in reservoir, did pipes do right to stop the burn, that’d stop the sparks at very start, or did those in charge just fail to guard from sparks that chard and left yea holding ash in yard?
Now aftermath provides a path to contemplate for why such wrath, does God have plans for mortal man to stop and think ’bout things oblique, and fingered point’s from squeaking beaks?
Who’s to blame from such insane as winds did blow and fire came, was God to blame or ’twas man’s refrain in applying sense that comes from brain?
Yes we rely on those who lie and dress in cloths that hide disguise, they claim to lead our land of free but truth be known, they’re just obscene.
They spin the facts and fend attacks from countered sound bite scripted smacks, they slaps yea face from such disgrace while hiding profile’s doubled space.
In face of double, we get more troubles, ‘cus yea refuse to read the clues, and believe the priming, which sells us news!
Thus step back from smacks and knifes to back and come know who made such tracks, and follow trails from such assails that lead straight back, to Doctor Quack.
As PhD’s won’t let yea free, nor offer help for pleased to be, as dark grey smoke that makes you choke, ensures obscures to see through trees.
In forest dense and false pretense the stories told of lies so bold, shall hide the truth, disguised in ruse, and make believe in things uncouth.
Ask ’em why their ill prepared let fire burn from wind’s despair, and who’s in charge when all is burned and left as charred, in claims of charms for being smart.
Yea taxes paid for trucks array and water pipes for times of fright, yet all such stuff when huffs and puffs blew winds abrupt, and those in charge let burn to charred.
Does ignorance bliss deserve a kiss or kick to ass for things they missed, recall such fools who act like ghouls, exempting selves of using tools.
‘Cus winds shall blow again so hard and if three Pigs are left in charge, then you can bet that they won’t sweat, ’bout all yea lost from life’s invests nor contemplates ’bout your regrets!