Harry Terhanian.com

There was a lamb that lived in a garden and shed
She ate green grass and was well fed
One day a wicked wolf entered her world
Grabbed her soft body, but no one heard

The lamb fell on her knees cried and said
I have no strength to oppose you, I’m dead
But before I go please grant me a last wish
Which will give me solace before your death kiss

“I’ve heard from my elders wolves can trumpet so sweet
That the melodies they play and croon are a real treat
Please, trumpet for me a tune that will prepare my eternal rest
That I may go with the sound in my ears and be forever blessed.”

The wolf was flattered, he curved his neck upward, began to howl
Frightful sound that alerted the guard dogs who came with a growl
The dogs bit the wolf who ran away as fast as he could
Across the field, over the hill into the dark thicket and wood.

The wolf circled this way and that lamenting his foolish vanity
“When did a butcher become a trumpeter? What insanity!
If I want to eat a tasty lamb, I shouldn’t be delayed by flattery
But lo is me, I have been outsmarted by the lamb’s chicanery.”

Shanuh peranuh shekerr eh uhnghel

When someone flatters for a selfish purpose, this proverb is used to describe them.