Mister Fox

by R. Shugg & Co.

FOX went out in a hungry plight,

And he begg'd of the moon to give
him light,
For he'd many miles to trot that night

Before he could reach his den, O!

And first he came to a farmer's yard,
Where the ducks and geese declared
it hard
That their nerves should be shaken and
their rest be marr'd

By the visit of Mister Fox, O!

He took the great goose by the sleeve,
Says he, "Madam Goose, and by your
leave
I'll take you away without reprieve,

And carry you home to my den, O!

He seized the black duck by the neck,
And swung her all across his back,
The black duck cried out, "quack!
quack! quack!"
With her legs hanging dangling

down. O!

Then old Mrs. Slipper-slopper jump'd
out of bed,
And out of the window she popp'd
her head,—
"John, John, John, the gray goose is
gone,

And the fox is off to his den, O!

Then John he went up to the hill,
And he blew a blast both loud and
shrill,
Says the fox, "this is very pretty
music—still

I'd rather be at my den, O!

At last the fox got home to his den;
To his dear little foxes, eight, nine, ten,
Says he, "you're in luck, here's a good
fat duck,
With her legs hanging dangling
down, O!"

He then sat down with his hungry
wife,
They did very well without fork or
knife,
They never ate a better goose in all
their life,
And the little ones picked the
bones, O!

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FOX went out in a hungry plight,

And he begg'd of the moon to give
him light,
For he'd many miles to trot that night

Before he could reach his den, O!

And first he came to a farmer's yard,
Where the ducks and geese declared
it hard
That their nerves should be shaken and
their rest be marr'd

By the visit of Mister Fox, O!

He took the great goose by the sleeve,
Says he, "Madam Goose, and by your
leave
I'll take you away without reprieve,

And carry you home to my den, O!

He seized the black duck by the neck,
And swung her all across his back,
The black duck cried out, "quack!
quack! quack!"
With her legs hanging dangling

down. O!

Then old Mrs. Slipper-slopper jump'd
out of bed,
And out of the window she popp'd
her head,—
"John, John, John, the gray goose is
gone,

And the fox is off to his den, O!

Then John he went up to the hill,
And he blew a blast both loud and
shrill,
Says the fox, "this is very pretty
music—still

I'd rather be at my den, O!

At last the fox got home to his den;
To his dear little foxes, eight, nine, ten,
Says he, "you're in luck, here's a good
fat duck,
With her legs hanging dangling
down, O!"

He then sat down with his hungry
wife,
They did very well without fork or
knife,
They never ate a better goose in all
their life,
And the little ones picked the
bones, O!