A FOX NAMED BILLY

A WILEY, FUN LOVING, SLY LITTLE RASCAL

In the woods where whispers talk, lived a sly fox named Billy the Fox.

With fur as red as the Autumn leaves, He danced through the forest, light on his feet.

Billy was known for his cunning mind, A cleverer fox you’d never find.

He’d tiptoe past the farmer’s snare, with a wink and grin, and nary a care.

By moonlit night he’d venture out, his shadow cast by the light so stout.

He’d sing to the stars, a melody sweet, a serenade for the night’s quiet beat.

He’d chase the rabbits, but just for play, For Billy the fox liked to make their day.

With a laugh and a leap, he’d dash away, “Come catch me!” he’d cheerfully say.

In the heart of the woods, where secrets sleep, Billy found a den, cozy and deep.

He’d dream of adventures, of treasures untold, of legends of foxes, brave and bold.

So here’s to Billy, with eyes so bright, The fox of the woods, a joyful sight.

May his days be merry, his nights full of glee, Billy the fox, forever wild and free.