• In the dead of the night, without any fright
    The fox ran across the land
    With a gleam in its eyes and deep crimson fur
    the fox is a creature so grand!

    A field mouse scurries along an old fence,
    Its beady eyes are black
    Its brown fur is streaked with grey,
    He'll make a tasty snack!

    The fox is in luck; He spots the mouse,
    The chase has now begun,
    Under the fence, The mouse finds a hole
    It looks like the mouse has won!

    But the fox wont give up, he puts up a fight
    At the hole he begins to dig.
    He digs and he digs, but no mouse does he find,
    Just covered in dirt like a pig.

    Today he has lost, no food for the fox
    Off to his home he goes
    He curls up inside, with his long bushy tail,
    Warm from his head to his toes.