She Was a Fox
She was a fox, all heads turned to see
Her amber eyes were a treat for thee
Her daddy was getting a hair cut from Jim
Stay said the others, get a mustache and beard trim
She was a fox, with the gentlest fur
The male foxes turned when they heard her stir
She had a way about her that intrigued all of them.
Business is booming said the delighted haircutter Jim.
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