Everyone knows the tragic tale

Told so often to the young

Of the wolf who dressed himself

Like the sheep on which he sprung.

And if you've heard this tale before,

You know the outcome of my rhyme,

As the farmer slew the sheep

He slew the wolf before its time.

This animal had no regrets

For no thoughts came before he died,

But in his bloody masquerade

Another came and changed the tide.

One imposter, dressed in white,

Acting innocent once more,

But you must drape yourself in black

To play the predator in store.

We have two liars, one a fraud

Seemingly weak from afar,

But you dress in a snarling cloak

Afraid to be the sheep you are.

Now, asking me if I know why

Would be a squandered question, yes?

But this inquiry is for you,

Why do you prance in that false dress?

What makes you strut with head held high?

Are you afraid if you look down

That you might find the ones you love

Disgusted with your gaudy crown?

Useless are these words of mine,

Though they should make your deaf ears ring.

But all of those who read this tale

Shall know you as the sheep in wolf's clothing.