The Boy Who Cried Wolf.

The boy who cried wolf,

he never heard the wolf cry

when the villagers would come

and the wolf waited to die.

Staring forlorn

up at the cold moon,

he howls each night

his lonely tune.

His song shivers

down your spine,

and around your heart

will entwine

his tears

they pin-prick

your heart will sear

at this feeling

so silently clear.

Hush your mind

tip-toe, tip-toe,

if you choose

to hear the wolf's

story of woe.

His howl makes

the sleeping trees dance

the moon will cry

and the wind come prance

We hear these things

as they whisper and move,

but no one ever hears

the cry of the wolf. ❋