Speedy greedy Mr Fox.

One day Mr fox, who was ever so speedy,
for no reason at all felt overly greedy. 
He was needy for feeding into farms he would dash, 
eat, crunch and swallow and be gone in a flash. 
But this day, after three geese and two rabbits for supper, 
a big dinner it was but he still craved another. 
The farm not far from his den had chickens, he was sure, 
his stomach was full but still he wanted more. 
He licked at his lips, gave his whiskers a twitch, 
and decided he would venture upon a nice little trip. 
Through the woods he went until he came to a fence.
he laughed at the sight of it, it must have cost no more than fifty pence.  

If the farmers cared for their animals, wouldn't they protect them better? This thought occurred to Mr Fox but his response was, "whatever".
The chickens were right there unguarded in their coop, 
he leaped it with ease, the masterful act of practice, this was no fluke. 
He ate three so quickly indigestion came and burned,
and once he escaped with his hide still intact, do you think that he learned?

No. 

It simply wasn't enough, he wanted more, 
Speedy Greedy Mr Fox had never been this hungry before. 
He leaped once again, over the fence, with ease and grace, 
gobbling five more chickens and loving the taste taste. 
Leaving three in the coop he decided to leave, 
his swelling stomach had taken more than it's fair share indeed.

But he was greedy, and now not so speedy, the weight of his tummy slowed him down. 
And on his way back home a greedy voice spoke up in his mind and made him turn around. 
Why not another? That greedy voice said, 
even though his belly groaned and hung bulging by his legs. 
Why not finish the whole lot and leave not a witness, 
he didn't want the other farm yard animals to know about his business. 
So he returned, prying open a gap in the fence this time, 
his belly was far too rotund to jump, leap or climb. 

Speedy Greedy Mr Fox struggled, but he wouldn't give in, 
he moved as slow as a tortoise, and in a race the tortoise would win. 

He munched the last three chickens then found himself out of luck. 
He was stuck, had eaten too much and couldn't lift himself up. 
He was there, stranded all day and as day turned to dusk, 
a red tint in the sky looking as if it had blushed.
Speedy Greedy pondered and thought, 
about his choices and what his greediness had brought. 

He had seconds to think this before the farmer came strolling with his son. 
Speedy Greedy saw them coming but was too fat to run. 

And before he could think of another chicken the deed was done, 
and the last thing he saw was the farmer and the barrel of his gun.