A fox at dusk sits by a bungalow 
And watches as the fairylights and lanterns glow 
He hears the music of the jazz band play 
And feels a sense of wonder and dismay 

He wonders what it’s like to live inside 
A house with warmth and comfort and a bride 
He dreads the night when hunters will appear 
And chase him with their guns and dogs and fear 

He wishes he could join the human dance 
And share their joy and laughter and romance 
He longs to see the world beyond his den 
And learn the secrets of the mortal men 

But he knows he is a creature of the wild 
And he must keep his distance and his guile 
He knows he has a beauty of his own 
And he must cherish it until he’s gone 

He sighs and turns away from the bright scene 
And melts into the shadows of the green.

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