Sing-songed medieval tragedies.

I can be loud, can scream,
but I don't want to be the girl who cried wolf.
I can be loud, I'd scream,
if that didn't make me the girl who cried wolf.
I can be loud, just to be mean,
would you believe me if I cried wolf?

I should go back to sleep,
stop counting to protect the sheep,
maybe they'll be scared if I cry wolf.

No, you wouldn't believe if I cried wolf.
You cry witch, you cry killer,
you yell burn.

And I smell like roasted meat.
I smell like dead wolf.