A full Spring moon shines in the starry sky
And out there on the hillside the hunting vixen cry
A familiar wild cry that does sound quite shrill
With hungry cubs in the den she must hunt for to kill
As well as feeding herself her brood must be fed
Tonight she must kill a few rabbits or a hare or even raid a fowl shed
Her kind are detested by many they hunt in the night
And are seldom ever seen in the daylight
Due to being shot at and poisoned few fox cubs survive
By this time next year few of her young will be alive
But with the survival of herself and her cubs at stake
She will hunt all night till the gray of daybreak
A Spring full moon is shining in the starry sky
And out there on the hillside the hunting vixen cry.
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