I once met a ***** running through the woods
She was sly and swift upon the daisies she stood
I opened my mouth to speak her some word
What happened next I'm not sure I heard
With a bat of her lids, the greens did open and close
And with a jaw forming words I suddenly froze
"You may be a fox with your bushy red tail,
But I've something to tell you that turns roan into pale.
I know what you're thinking, and it's not so, not true.
This ***** speaks your thoughts clear as morning's dew.
We'd make well together, you and I, no shock
All I need is to hear it from you, my Dear Fox"
I stood for a moment still perched on my hill
As my mind took this idea and began to trill
Could it work? She and I? Were we meant to be?
Yes, of course. After all, this fox only a fox can see.