One fine day in village keep
A boy so young and free,
Went out into the forest deep
To play amongst the trees.
And when he cried out "wolf!" if sacred
The people came to aid,
But when the people came and stared
The boy only remained.
Was he joking? No one knew
But displeased, oh yes, they were.
For maybe just the little boy
Was not that very pure.
Then they left him to his play
And sure enough a din,
A loud and boisterous "wolf!" came through
To make the crowd go in again.
And sure enough, what did they find,
A boy so young a free
Was standing there amongst the woods
A wolf not to be seen.
The people mad as they could be
Strolled off now to be sure
They would not ever try to see
This wolf he had procured.
And now the moment had arrived,
Where wolf the boy did meet
And so he cried a loud cry "wolf!"
But no one came to see.
The real tale goes that he was toast
Such things are very grim.
But truly the tale rather goes
The wolf was man's best friend.