Up with the lark at the crack of dawn
A familiar mundane routine
It’s only ten years since this boy was born
But he tells everyone he’s fifteen

His coat seemed inviting, on that cold winter’s day
He accepted the invite at once
The comfort incited him, to go all the way
So he feigned a hurt leg, and grabbed hold of a cane

This way when he’s out, and about with his flock
He could then take his time, alone with his laughter
After all, if the sheep, don’t have enough food
There’d be less of them there to look after

Over the bleats that repeat like an echo
His loneliness spawned an endeavour
From being alone, comes boredom and trouble
He hatched a plan that wasn’t’ clever

Upon reaching the village, the boy cried ‘wolf!’
And panic, quickly ensued
He was playing with fire, he’d lit the fuse
There was no wolf, and no going back

The trees grew leaves and the people grew wise
To the Shepard boy’s wolf-themed lies
Until one day it happened, it crawled through the bracken
And gave chase with its eyes on the prize

With his panic-stricken head, and his mind all jumbled
He attempted to flee, but tumbled
He cried wolf again, but his lies had been rumbled
Was ignored, the wolf won, his life crumbled

No sheep were harmed, on that cold winter’s day
But the boy who had lied, didn’t make it
He was stalked by a wolf, with razor sharp teeth
And the wolf was too shrewd to fake it

He went in for the kill, the boy went out with a bang
But his death, was not in vain
For thousands of years, saving thousands of tears
People have been taught to refrain

From spreading lies cos, they jeopardise, one’s credibility
If you lie, you must accept, the liability
The best policy is honesty, as the Shepard has shown
He laid in the field, with scars unhealed, unable, to go home