Shoo
"There's a fox in the hen house father,
Whatever what shall we do."
"I'll fetch my gun my dear,
You start shouting shoo"
"I'm shouting shoo father,
But the fox, he still remains."
"I'm looking for my gun my dear,
Just you shout shoo again."
"Father I shouted shoo again,
But he carried on instead.
And father never mind your gun,
For the chickens are all dead."
"There's blood and feathers everywhere
That fox, he had his fun.
Now we'll have no eggs for breakfast,
How I wish you'd found your gun."
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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