Mr. Sly
The light of day is gone,
The night is slowly dragging on,
Out of his den under the rocks,
Comes the sly silver fox.
He peers around into the night,
His eyes like yellow firelight,
He runs on soft and silent feet,
Looking for something good to eat.
Mrs. Mouse came from her hole,
She paid the price of nature's role,
Fox pounced upon her slender tail,
Poor Mrs. Mouse did turn quite pale.
A rabbit dazed with drowsy sleep,
Lay under brush in a heap,
Mr. Fox must not be full,
For he jumped on her and ate her whole!
The fox now turned and slunk away,
To roam about until the day,
Day will find him in his den,
Sleeping and waking now and then.
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