The Fox

The Fox

He gets by on his cunning deceit

Truth would only slow him down

He has to be fast on his feet

To strike quick and escape in a bound

Most know he’s the ultimate trickster

To trust him would be a fool’s errand

But fools are not rare in this mixture

So his victims are strewn ‘cross the land

He gets them to buy what he’s selling

They gobble it up with delight

They go around shouting and yelling

That the fox must always be right

He cajoles them to do his bidding

The fox with his Cheshire Cat’s grin

They’re duped without ever admitting

It’s only the fox who wins

But soon he’ll go one step too far

The fox will be brought to his knees

His tricks will amass as a scar

His plans will float off on the breeze

Deception will exit the glade

Veracity conquers the pox

Truth will come out from the shade

To cover the sins of the fox