The Little Foxes
Among my tender vines I spyA little fox named “By-and-by.”Then set upon him quick, I say,The swift young hunter “Right-away.”Around each tender vine I plant,I find the little fox “I can’t.”Then, fast as ever hunter ran,Chase him with bold and brave “I can.”
Among my tender vines I spyA little fox named “By-and-by.”Then set upon him quick, I say,The swift young hunter “Right-away.”Around each tender vine I plant,I find the little fox “I can’t.”Then, fast as ever hunter ran,Chase him with bold and brave “I can.”
Among my tender vines I spyA little fox named “By-and-by.”Then set upon him quick, I say,The swift young hunter “Right-away.”Around each tender vine I plant,I find the little fox “I can’t.”Then, fast as ever hunter ran,Chase him with bold and brave “I can.”
Among my tender vines I spy
A little fox named “By-and-by.”
Then set upon him quick, I say,
The swift young hunter “Right-away.”
Around each tender vine I plant,
I find the little fox “I can’t.”
Then, fast as ever hunter ran,
Chase him with bold and brave “I can.”