The Fox

The Fox
The Fox went out on a chilly night,
And prayed for 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'd many a mile to go that night,
Before he reached the town-o!

He ran till he came to a great big bin,
The ducks and the geese were lying within,
Said "A couple of you will grease my chin,
Before I leave this town-o!"
Town-o! town-o!
"A couple of you will grease my chin,
Before I leave this Town-o!"

He grabbed the grey goose by the neck,
Slung the little one across his back,
He didn't mind the quack-a-quack! quack!
And the legs all dangling down-o!
Down, O!, Down O!
No, he didn't mind the quack-a-quack! quack!
And the legs all dangling down-o!

Old Mother Pitter-Patter jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head,
Crying "John, John, John! the grey goose is gone,
The fox is on the town-o!"
On the town-o!, the town-o!
"Oh, John, John, John! the grey goose is gone,
The fox is on the town-o!"

Well, John he went to the top of the hill,
Blew his horn both loud and shrill,
The fox, he said, "I'll flee with my kill,
He'll soon be on my trail-o"
Trail-o, trail-o
The fox, he said, "I'll flee with my kill,
He'll soon be on my trail-o"

He ran till he came to his cosy den,
And there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten,
They said, "Daddy, daddy, better go there again,
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!"
Town-o, town-o!
They said, "Daddy, daddy, better go there again,
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!"

Then the fox and his wife without any strife,
Cut up the goose without fork or knife,
And they never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o!
Bones-o!, Bones-o!
No, they never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o!