Fox (Traditional)                                     soon be on my trail-o."                           
                                                                                                        
Oh, the fox went out on a chilly night, prayed        He ran 'til he game to his cozy den, there were   
for the moon to give him light, for he'd many a       the little ones, eight, nine, ten. They said,     
mile to go that night before he reached the           "Daddy, better go back again, For it must be a    
town-o, town-o, town-o, he'd many a mile to go        mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o." They said,   
that night before he reached the town-o.              "Daddy, better go back again for it must be a     
                                                      mighty fine town-o."                              
He ran 'til he came to a great big pen where the                                                        
ducks and the geese were put there-in. A couple       So the fox and his wife without any strife, cut   
of you will grease my chin before I leave this        up the goose with a fork and knife. They never    
town-o, town-o, town-o, A couple of you will          had such a supper in their life, and the little   
grease my chin before I leave this town-o.            ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,     
                                                      They never had such a supper in their life and    
He grabbed the gray goose by the neck, throwed        the little ones chewed on the bones-o.            
the little ones o'er his back. He didn't mind                                                           
their quack, quack, quack, with their legs all                                                          
dangling down-o, down-o, down-o, He didn't mind                                                         
their quack, quack, quack with their legs all                                                           
dangling down-o.                                                                                        
                                                                                                        
Well old mother flipper-flopper jumped out of                                                           
bed, out of the window she cocked her head,                                                             
crying, "John, John, the gray goose is gone, and                                                        
the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o,"                                                              
crying, "John, John, the gray goose is gone and                                                         
the fox is on the town-o."                                                                              
                                                                                                        
Well, John he ran to the top of the hill, blowed                                                        
his horn both loud and shrill. The fox, he said,                                                        
"I better flee with my kill, or they'll soon be                                                         
on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o." The fox, he                                                           
said, "I better flee with my kill or they'll