Three Little Pigs

I kept those little pigs alive to stall the beasty, pursed to huff, while piglets fled and still survive. They live immortal and contrive the hungry masher to rebuff. I kept those little pigs alive. Their only goal was to deprive, escaping sometimes in the buff, the piglets fled and still survive. My story told again to five, while kiddies shivered at the chuff, I kept those little pigs alive. In rapt attention they arrive to hear the tale, told off the cuff of pigs who ran and still survive. My sound effects resembled jive as kids' excitement gathered fluff; I kept those little pigs alive, the ones who fled and still survive.