RUN! LITTLE RED FOX RUN

Run! Little red fox! Run from your safe, warm den. Where you may lay and the hound may not reach you. Run! Little red fox! To the wild, open prairie. Run to where the wind blows the grass flat and rattles the wild poppy on its stem, Where the swallow sings his sad song, Where you have space to run and the hound may not catch you. Run! Little red fox! to the gently gurgling stream. Run where the cat-tails grow tall and the willows whisper in the wind, .