The Poor Little Fox

Just standing there, eating then

He  heard it, the rumbling stomach

Of a lion he looked back, and there it was

it, Charges at him, there was no time

to think he just ran

He ran and will not look back

As he stops for a breath, there was no

Sign of the lion, but he heard it

Rattling in the bushes

Pop the ferocious lion jumped

Out and that was the end, of the poor, little fox.