There once was a young shepherd boy

Who sat atop the hillside

Watching his herd of sheep graze

Thinking of homicide

 

A rendezvous with the wolf

At the brink of twilight

They formed a conspiracy to end the town

Planned to take place at night

 

The moon rose, shrouded by clouds

The shepherd boy visited the lumberjack’s home

“I heard a wolf nearby, trying to come eat my sheep!” the boy cried

He grabbed his axe and climbed the hill where the sheep roam

 

The lumberjack searched and searched

But the wolf was nowhere to be seen

“There is no wolf,” The lumberjack said

And as he turned, his head was bitten off clean

 

The boy stood and watched with a satisfied smirk

The wolf dragged the remains through the boy’s back door

“Who will be eaten next?” The boy asked

And the wolf simply replied with, “The lumberjack’s whore”