THE BOY WHO SCREAMED WOLF
Oh the boy on the hill
Was a shepherd
Who so craved the thrill
Of the wolf
That he painted
Wolf-faces
On his gentle sheep
And screamed
In mock fright
As he ran
Down that hill
Uttering delight.
Oh but one day
From such
Passionate
Summonings
A wolf came,
A sly wolf came
And took him,
Stood in him
And devoured
His heart -
Swallowed
Every part.
And the boy on the hill
Screamed quietly,
For the rest of his life,
For the wolf was in him,
And sweet my sister,
It cannot be denied
Oh the scariest wolves
Are hairy on the inside.
Manuela Cardiga
Oh the boy on the hill
Was a shepherd
Who so craved the thrill
Of the wolf
That he painted
Wolf-faces
On his gentle sheep
And screamed
In mock fright
As he ran
Down that hill
Uttering delight.
Oh but one day
From such
Passionate
Summonings
A wolf came,
A sly wolf came
And took him,
Stood in him
And devoured
His heart -
Swallowed
Every part.
And the boy on the hill
Screamed quietly,
For the rest of his life,
For the wolf was in him,
And sweet my sister,
It cannot be denied
Oh the scariest wolves
Are hairy on the inside.
Manuela Cardiga
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