The Pink Fox That Had A Thing For Socks
There was a pink fox
That had a thing for socks
And he'd always find a way
To obtain socks
When he's off his rocks.
He would take one sock a day.
In his wicked mind
Of the humorous kind
He liked to split the pair.
He'd anticipate
The way it would frustrate
The people letting them air.
So if you put them on the line,
Get them in on time
For when the day falls dusk,
He'll tiptoe on your lawn
Like a crazy fawn
And take one, cause he must!
The pink fox likes to plot
With the brain he's got
Methods and tricks and more.
He'll sneak into the laundrette
Disguised as a pet
And pinch odd socks galore!
He ventures through clothes shops
And he rarely stops.
For each paw he will take one.
Then in his den he will compare
How they match his fur,
His private cat walk just for fun.
He belly aches with laughter
For he discovers after
That his mischief is all over media.
Who is this pink fox
That has a thing for socks?
And they have no idea!
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