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While Walking Through The Meadow. While walking through the meadow I heard the strangest sound. What can it be? I cannot see, is it underground? There it goes again I feel it drawing near is it coming after me? Where can I hide in fear. I could run toward the hedgerow or onto Butlers farm. Why run? I hear a voice say, I won't do you no harm. I'm looking for a red fox I saw him run this way. He stole the chicken on my plate, it's him that I'll make pay. So sorry I must tally-ho I'm rather in a rush. I have his scent of where he went, he's hiding in a bush. Sorry I stopped you with my plight and frighten you my dear. It's Mr Fox I want to box, I'll catch him do not fear. So I'll be off, as I'm done with talking Please don't let me stop you dear carry on now with your walking.

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