Don’t you love traditional verse and poems? I’ve been taken with them recently and was reminded on this one. I know he’s after the grey goose, but a fox is a beautiful thing.
He’s painted with watercolour and ink and I have tried to keep him wild.
The Fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed to 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