The Fox

The Fox (folk song; traditional)

The fox went out on a chilly night,
And prayed the Moon to give him light,
For he’d many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o.

He ran till he came to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were put therein.
He said, “A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o.”

He grabbed the grey goose by the neck,
And throwed a duck across his back;
He didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack,
And their legs a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
He didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack,
And their legs a-dangling down-o.

Old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed;
Right out the window she cocked her head,
Crying, “John, John! The grey goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!”
Crying, “John, John, the grey goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o!”

Then John he went to the top of the hill,
And blowed his horn both loud and shrill,
The fox said, “I’d better flee with my kill
Before they’re on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o.”
The fox said, “I’d better flee with my kill
Before they’re on my trail-o.”

He ran till he came to his cozy den;
The little ones were there, eight, nine, ten.
They said, “Daddy, better go back again,
It must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!”
They said, “Daddy, better go back again,
It must be a mighty fine town-o.”

Then the fox and his wife without any strife
Cut up the goose with a fork and knife.
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o.

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