A SHEPHERD-BOY beside a stream "The Wolf, the Wolf," was wont to scream, And when the Villagers appeared, He'd laugh and call them silly-eared. A Wolf at last came down the steep— "The Wolf, the Wolf—my legs, my sheep!" The creature had a jolly feast, Quite undisturbed, on boy and beast. For none believes the liar, forsooth, Even when the liar speaks the truth | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL |