There you go again little Sly fox P.D.
Another game of tag and jeopardy.
Clever, clever, little fox so bloodthirsty.
Chaos roams through your veins of liberty.
You walk the ground, prancing around your hostility.
Marching down with the dignity of miss-guided anarchy.
I'm gonna hunt your smell end it well.
Hang you up from your trophy tail.
Kiss your night one last fare well.
By morning dawn your foxy tail,
wont live another tale to tell.
I'm gonna find ya' ~ pull your hide out from where you hide.
Smack you around for your everyday rebellious ways.
Thinking you can defeat my crowd with your lawlessness..
I don't need no hounds to track your unlivable Holy-mess.
You created a selfish character of kindness for the blindness.
You prey on the sheep's and linger on their wool of hopelessness.
Your sinfulness grew from the boldness, and bitterness,
of growing up parent-less.
My dear Sly Fox are you on alert with your ears of nobleness.
Did you not hear me creeping while you where sleeping.
Sly fox the destroyer!
You are right you are a mischievous game of hunt!
My trap is set and waiting for you by the river front.
Go ahead, take a drink pull one last obnoxious stunt.
Run and run, as fast as you can!
You can't out run this one game of Skitty Skat fox hunt.....