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Oh the fox went out on a chilly night |
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Prayed for the moon to give him light |
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For he had many a mile to go that night |
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Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o, |
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Many a mile to go that night before he reached the town-o |
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He ran 'til he came to a great big pen |
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Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein |
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He said, "a couple of you are gonna grease my chin |
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Before i leave this town-o, town-o, town-o, |
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A couple of you are gonna grease my chin before i leave this town-o!" |
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He grabbed the grey goose by the neck |
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Threw the ducks across his back |
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He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack" |
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And the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o, |
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He didn't mind the "quack, quack, quack" and the legs all danglin' down-o |
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Then old mother flipper flopper jumped out of bed |
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Out of the window she popped her head |
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Cryin', "john, john, the grey goose is gone |
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And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o, |
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John! john! the grey goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o!" |
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Then john he ran to the top of the hill |
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Blew his horn both loud and shrill |
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The fox he said, "i better flee with my kill |
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For they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o," |
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The fox he said, "i better flee with my kill for they'll soon be on my trail-o" |
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Well he ran til he came to his cozy den |
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There were his little ones, eight, nine, ten |
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Cryin', "daddy, daddy, better go back again |
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Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o, |
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Daddy, daddy, better go back again cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!" |
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Then the fox and his wife, without any strife |
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Cut up the goose with a carving knife |
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They never had such a supper in their life |
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And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o, |
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They never had such a supper in their life and the little ones chewed on the bones-o! |
