My fox of the hedgerows has silver white fur a sleek and dangerous cunning cur, nails like needles, teeth like splinters I’ve heard him howl these many winters
From my lungs to your ears And then hopefully your brain The squishy bit in the midfield That copes with love and pain The Hypothalamus spreads Joy and doom through the land Secreting oxytocin From the pituitary gland
Not to be confused With the hippopotamus Which controls memory Short term not bottomless That might explain Why we do it again And again Walking the line twixst Love's Heaven And Hell
Stolen ponies found abandoned Clearly far too much to handle For the fool who thought it wise To take this horseflesh as his prize Perhaps a blind impulse rob Maybe a drunken bet gone wrong But when resason or sobriety hit He let them loose And did a flit.