Gadding About

The foxes came to call On a late winter visit The males name was Clive The females name was Bridget They arrived as you and I Were sitting down to sup You kindly called them To the door and asked them what was up They had the news that no one knows A tasty bit indeed We gossiped long into the night All from that tiny seed And sent them off with foxy bags Filled with bobs and bits The little bird that to them Carried the word Alas got none of it