THE FOX



The fox went out on a chilly night

Prayed for the moon to give him light

For he had many a mile to go that night

Before he reached the town o (2x)



He ran til he came to a great big bin

Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein

Said, a couple of you are going to grease my chin

Before I leave this town o



He grabbed the grey goose by the neck

Throwed a duck across his back

He didn't mind the quack, quack, quack

And the legs all dangling down o



Then old mother Flipper-flopper jumped out of bed

Out of the window she cocked her head

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

Blew his horn both loud and shrill

The fox, he said, I better flee with my kill

Or they'll soon be on my trail o



He ran till he came to his cozy den

There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten

Saying, Daddy, daddy, Better go back again

For it must be a mighty fine town o



Then the fox and his wife, without any strife

Cut up the goose with a carving knife

They never had such a supper in their life

And the little ones chewed on the bones o



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recorded on Best of Ed McCurdy, Burl Ives

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