We are three crystal sisters who
Be for good luck worn 'round the neck,
Which the three little pigs did do,
And caused the bad wolf lots of heck.
But after the bad wolf gave up
Blowing the pigs by huff and puff,
Those three pigs discarded us, yup,
Called us fakes and other vile stuff.
So we three crystals cast a spell
On those ungrateful pigs so that
In a butcher shop they would dwell
Till sold as bacon trimmed of fat.
Those pigs sure squealed at auction sale,
But that's another fairy tale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it.