that Fox,sneaky and sleek, look, he has left us a treat
that Fox, sly and neat, slinking through on nimble feet
that Fox, he peeks through our cracks, always seeking to erase his tracks
that Fox, it is his life, cursing us with a time of strife
ms. Crow, calling over our head, warning of his approaching dread
that Fox, he’s so cruel, he’s so mean, we won’t ever figure out his scheme
that Fox, how terrible to try, unravel, that path he did travel
that Fox, it be said, that he is dead, but…
say a prayer, cause mr. Fox, he’s always there.
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