Out there in the paddock in the faint moonlight
I hear a fox barking in the calm of the night
Perhaps he is calling in search of a mate
Under the cover of darkness his kind copulate
Foxes distinct from all other canines in their wild cry
Usually hunt for their prey under the night sky
Though sometimes they are seen out during the day
Quite elusive and cunning and wily in their way
Foxes do not seem to have a human friend
And to survive on their survival skills they do depend
Poisoned and trapped and shot at yet as a species they do survive
Though humans to make them extinct their hardest do strive
Out there in the paddock in the faint moonlight
A fox he is barking in the calm of the night.
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