The Vixen by John Clare Lyrics

Among the taller wood with ivy hung
The old fox plays and dances round her young
She snuffs and barks if any passes by
And swings her tail and turns prepared to fly
The horseman hurries by, she bolts to see
And turns agen, from danger never free
If any stands she runs among the poles
And barks and snaps and drive them in the holes
The shepherd sees them and the boy goes by
And gets a stick and progs the hole to try
They get all still and lie in safety sure
And out again when everything’s secure
And start and snap at blackbirds bouncing by
To fight and catch the great white butterfly