My five year-old-son, he lies a lot,
And I wanted it to end,
So I told him about the boy who cried "wolf!"
Hoping he would comprehend.
"He kept crying 'wolf!' when there was no wolf,"
I told my son, whom I adore.
"When the wolf came to eat him, he called for help,
But no one listened anymore."
My son's eyes grew wide; It looked like he got it;
My heart was all aglow.
But he dashed my hopes when he said,
"I was eaten by a wolf once, you know."