The fox ran across the prairie
His red, golden fur glistening in the sun
The dead rabbit clenched in his jaws
Now dinnertime, his hunting day done

He’d like to stop for a beer or two  
Maybe some wings at the pub
But mom and the kits are waiting at home
For their share of the grub.

He remembered the days of his youth
Yet, the time for chasing vixens is ended
The life of his family now matters most
He has responsibilities to be tended

So, the fox, his red, golden fur glistening
As he ran quickly across the prairie
Dinner he carried in his jaws
Coming home to his waiting family