The Fox and the Moon
The fox that came to the meadow,
was as fox as a fox can be,
and the fox was old, and the fox was cold,
cold and old as a fox can be.
The moon looked down at the meadow,
“If a fox I could only be.
It could do no harm, just once to be warm.
To scamper wild and free.”
The fox looked up at the heavens,
“If the moon I could only be.
Just to glide away, till the break of day,
no hounds a chasing me.”