There once was a wolf who was aging,
It was a battle against time he was waging.
It became hard to sleep,
He got hungry counting sheep.
But couldn't catch them, which he found quite enraging.

The next morning he came up with a plan.
Tonight there'd be mutton in the pan.
A pageant he'd hold,
For the local sheep fold.
And by midday the festivities began.

The sheep were fooled by the wolf's lies.
Their vanity came as no big surprise.
To be better than all,
They answered the call.
It was their egos that made them unwise.

Five sheep were crowned best of the flock.
For your prize, the wolf said, with me you must walk.
They all entered his lair,
For the prize they would share.
But were shocked when the wolf bolted the lock.

That night the wolf's plan was complete.
And for weeks he had mutton to eat.
Should you follow this trail,
Best remember this tale.
Lest a wolf lure you in by deceit.

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