What does the fox [really] say?
Yum, yum, as she prowls the fence around the poultry yard,
eyeing that flighty hen, that giddy guinea, that strutting tom.
Yum, yum as she slinks around the pond, eyeing those sitting
ducks and silly geese.
I will admit, the fox is a beautiful animal, with those big
ears and eyes, that rich red color, that bushy tail—you want to pick one up and
bring it home to curl up on the hearth.
But—when you lose that perky little bantam Auracana hen, who
would fly over the fence in the
morning, and would stay out till the
last minute in the evening (prime times for fox predation)…when you lose that
handsome white Muscovy drake…and most of all, when you lose your precious
Jizzy, it is more than you can bear to see one of those beautiful foxes
skulking around.
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