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The Fox went out on a chilly night |
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And then he prayed for the moon to give him light |
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He had many a mile to go that night |
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Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o |
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Many a mile to go that night |
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'Fore he reached the town-o |
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He ran till he came to the farmers pen |
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The ducks and the geese were kept therein |
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He said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin |
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Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o |
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A couple of you are gonna grease my chin |
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Before I leave this town-o |
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He grabbed the great goose by the neck |
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And he threw a duck across his back |
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He didn't mind the quack, quack, quack |
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And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o |
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He didn't mind the quack, quack, quack |
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And the legs all danglin' down-o |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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Old mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed |
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Out of the window she popped her head |
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Cryin' John, John the great goose is gone |
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And the Fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o |
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John, John the great goose is gone |
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And the Fox is on the town-o |
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He ran till he came to his nice warm den |
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And there were the little ones 8, 9, 10 |
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Cryin', "Dad, dad, you better go back again |
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'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o |
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Dad, dad, you better go back again |
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'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o |
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The Fox and his Wife, without any strife |
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They cut up the goose with a fork and a knife |
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They never had such a supper in their life |
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And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o |
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They never had such a supper in their life |
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And the little ones chewed on the bones |
