Out There In The Paddock

Out there in the paddock in the moonlight
The fox she is calling in the dead of night
Perhaps in heat and searching for a mate
She does need a male with for to copulate
She does have in her the strong need for to breed
But for to become pregnant a male of her own kind she does need
Males of her kind scarce and she desperate to mate
In a few days from now for her it will be too late
For her breeding cycle will have passed and she will not give birth this year
Her wild shrill mating cries she hopes a dog fox will hear
That echoes in the still night air in the quiet countryside
Without any success for a few nights to meet a male she has tried
Out there in the paddock under a moonlit sky
The fox she does utter her shrill mating cry.