Voices on the hill

Theres this story About a boy and wolf I'm sure you've heard it Cause as a child your taught About that boy about a wolf he'd cry Butt they wont hear him They think its all a lie But they don't know About the monster on the hill Cause they wont hear him His parents call him ill But still Coming up that hill A prevented fate Now far too late Now far too late Now the sheep are gone and the field Is bare so he stands there screaming But no ones there No no one is there