The Bishopston Fox.

by justbekozlowski

When all the town is sleeping,
And the cats have all gone to bed,
There is a fox in Bishopston,
Who roams the streets, instead,

The Bishopston fox,
Is red and he rocks,
A big red coat,
And little white socks,
He creeps about,
The bins which are out,
Seeing if there’s much,
For dinner,
His children look, too,
As it’s about time they grew,
And they shouldn’t get any thinner!