Hatchet & Spade)





The foxes ran into the fields

Where the corn had been growing all year

Nothing was left

It was razed to the ground

There was left not a solitary ear



The foxes ran into the vines

The time for ripening near

But within half an hour

Every grape had turned sour

And it wasn't a very good year



You might guess that this wasn't a ploy

Which the foxes would wholly enjoy

For they'd scamper about

Just to put themselves out

Thus increase the amount they destroy (You get my drift ?)



The foxes ran into the groves

The Philistines feeling well chuffed

For their crops had done well

But their faces soon fell

When all of their olives were stuffed