They live in towns and cities ands in the countryside
Big terrier sized canines in hairy coats of foxy red
Of their cunning and elusiveness many stories I have heard of and poems and stories of them have read
John Masefield's long great poem Reynard The Fox I read as a boy
And re reading it is a thing I enjoy
Pursued by people on horses and foxhounds through the English countryside
Though numbers were against him the fox had cunning on his side
In or near backyards at night foxes always on the prowl
Fowl owners to them does lose some of their fowl
They are rather brazen of them one might say
And they have been known to take free range hens by day
Though poisoned, shot and snared they manage to survive
And as a species red foxes are very much alive
Their distinctive shrill barking can often be heard at night
Though they are creatures not often seen in daylight
Near backyard fowl sheds always prowling around
And despite people's best effort to rid the World of them foxes in numbers abound
They do not have friends and have many an enemy
And they are quite intelligent as they would need to be.
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