It was a warm summers night when she emerged from her den, Though she was young she was still very wary the night was dark and a little bit scary, the owls hooted above in the sky, there she saw two fly they were dragons she thinks but sure she was not Just then she almost forgot She must run and con And try to be sly A fox is a fox They are sly to get by So run, she ran she felt she could fly She jumped so high she could reach the sky So sudden she seen it gleam Near the pig sty A sword from the kingdoms Shone in her eye To war she goes but not as thou knows The cunning vixen will keep you on your toes