Among the taller wood with ivy gather and hung,

The old fox plays and dances round her young.

She snuffs and barks if any passes by and swings her tail and turns prepared to fly.

The horseman hurries by,she bolts to see,and turns again,from danger never free.

If any stands she runs among the poles and barks and snaps and drives them into holes.

The shepherd sees them and the boy goes by and gets a stick and progs the hole to try.

They all stiffing and lie in safety sure,

And out again when everything's is secure,

And start and snap at blackbirds bouncing by

To fight and catch that damm great white butterfly