This poem teaches children to count… ON VENGEANCE

Four fuzzy foxes, playing frisky games
Reynard, Vixen, Bun-Bun and James
See, ‘cause for foxes, those are common names
Reynard, Vixen, Bun-Bun and James

Four funny foxes, happily at play
A shot rings out; three foxes run away
Foxes shouldn’t frolic where the farmer’s rifle aims
One fox learns too late, poor James!

Three furry fox kits frolic in the sun
Reynard, Vixen, and Bun-Bun
Bun-Bun’s ill from something that she ate
Death by sodium fluoroacetate!

Two happy fox pups hear an awful snap
Vixen’s forepaw’s fast in a trap!
Steel jaws clamp down, shattering the bone
Reynard scampers off alone

One single fox romps unaccompanied
Thinkin’ with the cunning that is common to his breed
Foxily he schemes as he scampers and he leaps:
I’LL KILL THE FARMER EVEN AS HE SLEEPS

Wear this shirt: to look foxy

Don’t wear this shirt: around furries. In fact, no matter what you’re wearing, try not to be around furries at all, if you can help it.

This shirt tells the world: “ANYONE WANT TO GET SOME TAIL LOL”

We call this color: Too Bad They Are Red Foxes, Or We Could Call It “Grays in the Grass”

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