I saw a red fox, just
chillin' on the hillin
He looked so happy
like Just after a killin,
killin' a chicken
Skulking away
Like he was making hay
But he was in the field
In December not the month of May
I saw a red fox just a chillin' on the hill
and I saw a brown box
just millin in the mill
Nobody asked the cockerel
If he was crowing for the sun
Nobody even noticed
The day was nearly done
