I choose to displease you
So this garden can bear fruit

The fox is sweet
But not to me
He wants to eat my chickens whole
The fowl are fools
Too fat to fly
Blood and feathers in the coop

Now your request is nothing less than foxes in my hen-house
I can see there’s things you need, but it will never come from me now

This barbed wire may seem dire
Desparare times, desparate measures
The foolish fowl make choices now only on which seed to peck
The coop now guarded night and day, a count is made, the locks are checked
Though these hens desire the freedom to roam as they please
It has been decided
The hens will be supervised
The fox will be reminded
If we find another chicken dies
We reinforce, remove the threat, create a safer boundary line