Foxing The Fox

"sniff the vermin out", "tally-ho and all that show!"

"now sound the blasted horn, dear sir, won't you please?"

"gentlemen, i keep my word - my wife will have a fur"

"we'll have us all a fine kill - in time for tea, sir".

heart is pounding, mind is racing, hunt is on

through the brushwood, through the trees, must keep on

i can hear bloodthirsty cries now can't be long

before i face those snarling jaws, yes, head on.

softly now i sense that they might draw me in

they're across to cut me off, they'll have my skin

quietly doubling back against a fearful noise

hope to slip the net and miss the red-coat boys.

"he should have come through here by now"

"where has that vermin gone?"

"he's escaped this time - but how?"

"so close we were to him"

"the blighters doubled back"

"tally-ho! and all that show"

"i guess we'll have him in the sack"

"just a mile or so…."

they've seen me now, i've slipped them once, yet at what cost?

now i'm well within their sights, all might be lost

just hope to find a place to hide where i'll be safe

perhaps they'll all give in through this chase

i'm weakening, i'm sickening

i feel their breath

raising hairs upon my neck, the chill of death.

if i can just keep going for another mile

perhaps i'll cheat them of their game and rest awhile.

"the blighter's got away!"

"how did he get away?"

"the blighter's got away!"