A Fox In the Henhouse

Meet the mother - old Miss Jenny She gave birth to chicks aplenty (Never dreamed she’d have so many) But sly Wiley, a hungry fox Was more threatening than the cocks Tummy growling, he picked the pen’s locks As her chicks began to shriek Jenny pecked Wiley with her beak And he was dancing chick to cheek “Aaach!” Wiley cried out loud As into his fur Jenny plowed A fox in the hen house -- not allowed The chicks were saved They tauntingly waved Fur a-flying, Wiley got shaved From the pen fur-free Wiley broke loose Because Jenny’d cooked his goose And it was too late to call a truce *A children’s poem for Gwen’s “Dr. Seuss Is on the Loose” contest.