The Man Who Cried Wolf - Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS
A mountain of troubles
Like the world is at an end,
That, that is broken
Will never mend.
So many times wolf he cried,
Untill all who had befriended him
Had deserted his side.
It's all going to happen
Just you wait,
You have to listen
Before it's all too late.
Wolf he uttered one more time
But no-one listened to his cries,
Until not one, but a pack of wolves came
And took them all by surprise.
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