Thursday, July 22, 2010

Fox to Iceland

Don’t bring your fox to Iceland
It wouldn’t be so nice and
He’d be better off in mice land
If such a place existed

There’d be no one to blame oh
I don’t mean to sound mean* No
Not the place with the volcano
The shop with the ice biscuits

Frozen food shops are no place for foxes
He’d want to bury the pizza boxes
Would sly his way through the chicken locks as
The cabinets all would be misted

Yes corn on the cob, or veggies, or meals
Foxes can howl all they want, can appeal
But they won’t change my mind on this one, no deal
No Iceland for your fox today

*mean – pronounced to rhyme with blame

with thanks to Titus for the commission

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