Three foids came to town on a warm summer’s day,
and they said to each other what a nice place to stay.
They each made their plans with remarkable speed,
and they went out to look for the things they would need.
The first little foid built a house made of straw,
she thatched and she thatched till she couldn’t thatch any more.
She worked every day till her trotters were sore,
then early one evening came a knock on the door.
"Little foid, little foid won’t you let me come in?"
"No, no, no, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin."
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in."
No, no, no, Mr. Incel I will not let you in."
So he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in
The second little foid built a house made of sticks,
she paid close attention to all the fiddley bits.
With curtains on the windows and carpet on the floor,
then early one evening came a knock on the door.
"Little foid, little foid won’t you let me come in?"
"No, no, no, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin."
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in."
No, no, no, Mr. Incel I will not let you in."
So he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in
The third little foid built a house made of bricks,
which she felt would be stronger than straw or than sticks.
She painted the ceiling and she painted the walls,
then early one evening came a knock on the door.
"Little foid, little foid won’t you let me come in?"
"No, no, no, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin."
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in."
No, no, no, Mr. Incel I will not let you in."
So he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in
and they said to each other what a nice place to stay.
They each made their plans with remarkable speed,
and they went out to look for the things they would need.
The first little foid built a house made of straw,
she thatched and she thatched till she couldn’t thatch any more.
She worked every day till her trotters were sore,
then early one evening came a knock on the door.
"Little foid, little foid won’t you let me come in?"
"No, no, no, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin."
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in."
No, no, no, Mr. Incel I will not let you in."
So he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in
The second little foid built a house made of sticks,
she paid close attention to all the fiddley bits.
With curtains on the windows and carpet on the floor,
then early one evening came a knock on the door.
"Little foid, little foid won’t you let me come in?"
"No, no, no, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin."
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in."
No, no, no, Mr. Incel I will not let you in."
So he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in
The third little foid built a house made of bricks,
which she felt would be stronger than straw or than sticks.
She painted the ceiling and she painted the walls,
then early one evening came a knock on the door.
"Little foid, little foid won’t you let me come in?"
"No, no, no, by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin."
"Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in."
No, no, no, Mr. Incel I will not let you in."
So he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed,
and he puffed,
and he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in
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first , foids can’t build a house jfl 
