The
foxes will not leave
The
chicken coop is a paradise
There
are many to take and flee
Leaving
the farmers fuming mad
“I
will shoot you!
If
you ever sneak around
Don't
think you can have free lunch
Let
us suffer in misery on our losses”
It
is hot air
The
shouting of words
There
will be rearing
In
the chicken coop
Once
it has grown
The
foxes will return
In
the daylight to take
Let
the farmers scream!
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