Retold by Brigitte Franssen; illustrated by Jef Franssen
Once upon a time in land with high mountains to climb and rushing rivers to cross lived three goats with nothing to eat but moss.
And everything came to pass when the youngest and smallest of the goats saw loads and loads of the most luscious green grass.
Down the ridge, onto the bridge the small goat skipped.
Skip, Trip, Skip, Trip, Skip, Trip
When suddenly, a wolf licking his beard, appeared.
"Who's that skipping and tripping over my bridge?" roared the wolf, "Don't you belong on the ridge?"
"I'm goat Little," said the small goat with a lump in his throat.
"A nice meal that is what you will be," growled the wolf. "But, but," bleated goat Little, "I'm no delicacy! I'm only skin and bone not even fully grown. My brother, you see is much heavier and tastier than me. He smells of caramel and is coming this way as well. So please, please, Mister Wolf, let me pass so I can go to the green green grass."
The wolf thought about this long and hard not seeing the charade but an even bigger meal which he thought, was a good deal.
Down the ridge, onto the bridge the brother skipped.
Skip, Trip, Skip, Trip, Skip, Trip
When suddenly, the wolf licking his beard, appeared.
"Who's that skipping and tripping over my bridge?" roared the wolf, "Did you come from the ridge?"
"I'm goat Middle," said the goat but the wolf prepared to jump at his throat.
"A nice meal that is what you will be," growled the wolf. "But, but," bleated the goat Middle, "I'm no delicacy! I'm only skin and bone not even fully grown. My brother, you see is much heavier and tastier than me. He smells of caramel and is coming this way as well. So please, please Mister Wolf, let me pass so I can go to the green green grass."
The wolf in all his greed quickly, agreed.
Down the ridge, onto the bridge the third brother ran.
Stamp, Tramp, Stamp, Tramp, Stamp, Tramp
When suddenly, the wolf licking his beard, appeared.
"Who's that stamping and tramping over my bridge?" said the wolf, "Did you come from the ridge?"
"I'm goat Big," said the goat.
In front of the wolf stood a gigantic goat and the wolf knew, he had missed the boat.
With his mighty horns, goat Big threw the wolf in the river, like a twig.
What ever happened to the wolf...... Who knows?
But there where the river flows and the green grass grows the three goats sat and got fat.