that Fox

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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