The Boy and The Wolf

Once upon a time

A long long time ago

I, the wolf, was hungry

I came from the hills of snow

‘Twas in the field I heard it:

A muted, beautiful bleating

The sound of a flock of sheep

A flock I’d soon be eating

There was a boy there

Who would quickly raise the alarm

If he thought this herd of sheep

Was to come to any harm

I knew I had to be quick

I knew I had to be cunning

I knew that I was hungry

I began to start running

I came to the edge of the woods

And gave out a little growl

The boy, then, he turned

And then he began to howl

“There’s a wolf here for our sheep!”

The boy he loudly cried

“Come quickly men and hunt him

Come quick and get his hide!”

But I was quick and smart

I knew that the men would appear

I sank back into the woods

Where no man would dare come near

There I sat and hid

As hunger gripped my form

Bu the thought of all those sheep

Kept my blood a’ running warm

I went down a second time

To the boy and his precious sheep

I couldn’t yet eat my fill

But closer I began to creep

I got right behind him

And let out a quiet growl

And then the boy he turned

And then he began to howl

“There’s a wolf here for our sheep!”

The boy he loudly cried

“Come quickly men and hunt him

Come quick and get his hide!”

The men they came a’ running

They came up a little slow

But again, they found nothing

To the boy’s fearful woe

But this time was different,

For the men, they seemed aggrieved

That this boy had seemingly lied

But they were all of them, deceived

The third time I crept

Out of the snowy trees

I looked into the boy’s big eyes

And everything seemed to freeze

My amber eyes stared up at his

And I gave a little growl

And then the boy he turned

And then he began to howl

“There’s a wolf here for our sheep!”

The boy he loudly cried

“Come quickly men and hunt him

Come quick and get his hide!”

But then, something different

No footsteps from below

No men seemed to be coming

On the road, no men did show

For they did not want to answer

The boy who cried a lie

The boy who cried out “wolf”

Was left forsaken to die

They had not believed him

When he had yelled the truth

For they could not find this wolf

That had so scared the youth

The hunger was unbearable

But I took some time to reflect

On this victory I had won

Even though the boy was correct

He had seen a wolf

He had seen me coming near

The men had left their “liar”

And they had left him with a sneer

That night I feasted well

I did not want for food

But now I must depart

And now I must now conclude

That I was quick and cunning

That the men, they were wrong

And that the boy who had cried “wolf”

He was right all along.