The horns
Their blowing
Tally ho
The humans say

They set their hounds
After me
I must escape

They chase me for pleasure
No
It must be hate
Oh no
Silly me
It’s just a little fun game
A nice sport for the
Rich bored humans

My hearts a pounding
My legs are like led

The hounds are gaining
They smell my death

Got to keep running
And find my den

I see a small hole
It will just fit me in

The hole runs deep
I’m pleased to say
Now I will rest
Hope the threat goes away

My hearts a pounding
I feel exhausted

I hear the hounds barking
Trying to enter

The human horns blowing
Making a din
Minutes are passing
My fear at its peak
The hounds are retreating
A sigh of relief

A sly cunning fox
Was nearly beat

I’m now safe
Until
The next hunting feast.