The
fox still on the loose
He
heads the chicken coop
All
the chickens seem to disappear
No
need to finger point
The
fox leaves his tail
The
marks on the fence and wall
Though
there will be the cook up story
He
is living in the forest
Now
the digging up
Part
of the probe to find the truth
It
is always in a group
The
fox will hide away
There
is a link
The
fox will deny it
He
wants to keep his trophy
In
the forest of darkness
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