The Fox

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Oh the fox went out on a chilly night
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Prayed for the moon to give him light
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For he had many a mile to go that night
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Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
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Many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o

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He ran 'til he came to a great big pen
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Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein
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He said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
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Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
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A couple of you are gonna grease my chin before I leave this town-o!"

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He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
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Threw the ducks across his back
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He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack"
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And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o
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He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack" and the legs all danglin' down-o

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Then old mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed
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Out of the window she popped her head
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Cryin', "John, John, the grey goose is gone
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And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o
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John! John! The grey goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o!"

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Then John he ran to the top of the hill
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Blew his horn both loud and shrill
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The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill
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For they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o,"
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The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill for they'll soon be on my trail-o"

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Well he ran til he came to his cozy den
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There were his little ones, eight, nine, ten
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Cryin', "Daddy, daddy, better go back again
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Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o
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Daddy, daddy, better go back again cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!"

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Then the fox and his wife, without any strife
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Cut up the goose with a carving knife
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They never had such a supper in their life
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And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
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They never had such a supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the bones-o!

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