Sly Ole Fox
Sly red fox sneaking around
The master's great estate
Watching and waiting for one
To open the gate to the crate
That housed a hen that was a ten
She was fat and sleek with plenty to eat
Rested, refreshed with leisure complete
That sly ole fox found a spot
Hidden from view so he thought
He watched as the master
Opened the crate door letting
The fat hen come out and explore
So that's how to get at that hen
I'll dress up and just pretend
That I am the master of the estate
Then I'll just open the gate
I'll get that hen that is a ten
And for lunch I'll invite her in
But in the pot of stew she will go
She'll make dumplings for me to show
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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