A red fox
Are sneaking around
Fur like gold
Rare and fine
A bad wood show
For I try
To chase him down down down
Down the river
Dark and for long
Down the path
thru briers and thornes
I got lost for I try
to chase him down down down
Shy and elusive
Hard to get close
My heart runs fast
And my legs runs slow
The less I know
The further I go
To chase him down down down
