Gun Law
The wily fox found a gun,
Laying on the ground.
The curious fox picked it up,
Not realising what he had found.
He fiddled with the firearm
And came across the trigger,
He cocked the gun, and it went oiff,
Which made the old fox s.
Then suddenly, out of the bush,
A poacher popped his head.
This wily old fox was quick,
And shot the poacher dead.
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