Upon the green meadows
Surrounded by hills
Not far from where the squirrel sits
There lives a little fox
A perseverant creature
With a coat red as autumn leaves
His tailed tipped with some winter white
And a cheerful disposition
When the bugle sounds
He knows that he will have to run
With baying hounds upon his trail
He scampers in the sun
With cackling laugh and swish of tail
He dodges snapping jaws
Till at last the hounds are called back home
Our friend the fox now free
As the moon comes out that night
A stealthy visitor, he creeps
He sneaks back out the chicken coop
With dinner in his mouth
The farmer hears the scuffle
And runs out fully armed
He shouts and waves his arms about
And fires off his gun
So our friend the fox runs home
Straight into his den
He serves himself his supper
That nice freshly stolen hen
And thus this little story ends
with old fox asleep in bed
Tomorrow he will rise again
And carry on no end
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
Upon the green meadows
Surrounded by hills
Not far from where the squirrel sits
There lives a little fox
A perseverant creature
With a coat red as autumn leaves
His tailed tipped with some winter white
And a cheerful disposition
When the bugle sounds
He knows that he will have to run
With baying hounds upon his trail
He scampers in the sun
With cackling laugh and swish of tail
He dodges snapping jaws
Till at last the hounds are called back home
Our friend the fox now free
As the moon comes out that night
A stealthy visitor, he creeps
He sneaks back out the chicken coop
With dinner in his mouth
The farmer hears the scuffle
And runs out fully armed
He shouts and waves his arms about
And fires off his gun
So our friend the fox runs home
Straight into his den
He serves himself his supper
That nice freshly stolen hen
And thus this little story ends
with old fox asleep in bed
Tomorrow he will rise again
And carry on no end
Personally I’m not quite pleased with the last line suggestions for improvement would be welcome.
