My chickens are protected
With chains and locks,
To try to keep out
Sly old Mr. Fox.
Oh he'll try
But will not prevail,
That cunning thief,
With the bushy red tail.
He obviously eats well
He looks no thinner,
But tonight there'll be
No chicken dinner!
I know he can't live
On eating grubs,
With a wife to feed
And hungry cubs.
But maybe he should
Try something new,
Maybe a rabbit
Yes, rabbit stew!
So Mr. Fox,
Please just go home,
And leave my
Poor chickens alone!
Don't make me
Have to go for my gun,
And spary shotgun pellets
Up your bum!
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