Se pusieron de moda los chanchitos.

Recordemos la historia de los 3 cerditos. Los cerdos representan al proletariado y las distintas formas de enfrentar la vida diaria, y el lobo, el sistema capitalista que arrasa con todo. O el sistema socialista, para los que piensan distinto que yo. Les dejo libertad para que adapten el cuento a su ideología política. Cada chancho construyó una casa para evitar que el lobo feroz los eche. Uno por uno fueron probando con distintos materiales. El primer chancho hizo su casa de paja. Como sabemos, basarse en la paja es muy peligroso, al pobre chanchito le salieron pelos en las manos y el lobo le tumbó la casa de un suspiro.

El segundo chancho, construyó su casa de cartones y papel, asi que la casa se desmoronó con un soplo, cuando dejamos los proyectos e ideas solo en papel, cualquier lobo nos deja sin casa. El tercer chancho, arquitecto graduado en Harvard, construyó su casa bien cimentada, con un penthouse para recibir a miss Piggy, que como todos recordaremos, es una cochina. Este es el chancho previsor, que trabaja, aplica sus conocimientos y hace un buen chiquero para poder aparearse con comodidad. El lobo sopló y sopló pero no pudo derribar la casa. Pero se fue satisfecho, pues les dejó el virus de la influenza en las dos primeras sopladas.

Lean un artículo más serio sobre la gripe porcina.

Y si llegaste desde Google buscando el magnífico tema de Green Jelly, aquí dejo la letra.

Green Jelly -- Three Little Pigs lyrics

(Spoken)
Why don’t you, sit right back,
and I, I may tell you, a tale.
A tale of three, little pigs,
and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF.
Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hick.
He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.
And then one day, he bought a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.
But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
Built his house out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, jammin on some chords,
along came the wolf, knocking on his door.
(Chorus)
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Well I’m huffin, I’m puffin, I’ll blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin and a puffin and I’ll blow your house in!!!
Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
He spent most of his time just a gone just smokin.
Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Getting paid money for religious speech.
He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.
(Chorus)
Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy’s rock stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day came the old house smasher
the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.
(Chorus)
Well the big bad Wolf,
well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.
And low and behold the little piggy’s house stood.
IT’S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE! the little piggy shouted.
The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.
(Rambo)
YO, WOLF-FACE, I’M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!
Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
So thats to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.
(Chorus)
And the moral of the story is, ‘ A band with no talent can easily amuse
idiots, with a stupid, puppet show.

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