Fox, you stole our goose last night,
You picked the fattest one,
Picked the fattest one.
Now the hunter’s gone to get you
With his horse and gun-gun-gun,
Now the hunter’s gone to get you
With his horse and gun-gun-gun.
Fox, you’re running, clipper, clopper,
Think you’ll get away?
Think you’ll get away?
Bang-bang-bang the gun will sing,
An awful price to pay,
Bang-bang-bang the gun will sing,
An awful price to pay,
So, dear fox, when fortune knocks
And plump round geese you spy,
Let them go – it’s best you know,
Fill up on field mouse pie-pie-pie.
Let them go – it’s best you know,
Fill up on field mouse pie-pie-pie.
