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 The
fox went out on a chilly night,
He prayed for the moon to give him light,
For he'd many a mile to go that night,
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
He'd many a mile to go that night,
Before he reached the town-o.
He
ran till he came to a great big pen,
Where the ducks and the geese were a-kept therein,
"A couple of you are going to grease my chin,
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
A couple of you are going to grease my chin,
Before I leave this town-o."
He
grabbed the grey goose by the neck,
Throwed a duck across his back,
He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack,
And their legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
He didn't mind their quack, quack, quack,
And their legs all dangling down-o.
Old
Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed,
Out of the window she cocked her head,
Crying, "John, John! The grey goose is gone,
And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!"
Crying, "John, John! The grey goose is gone,
And the fox is on the town-o!"
Then
John, he ran to the top of the hill,
Blowed his horn both loud and shrill, Fox he said,
"I'd better flee with my kill,
Or they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o!"
Fox he said, "I'd better flee with my kill, Or they'll soon be on my trail-o!"
Well
he ran till he came to his cozy den,
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten,
They said, "Daddy, better go back again,
'Coz it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!"
They said, "Daddy, better go back again,
'Coz it must be a mighty fine town-o!
 Then
the fox and his wife without any strife,
Cut up the goose with a fork and knife,
They never had such a supper in their life,
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
They never had such a supper in their life,
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o.
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