The Fox went out one frosty night
And begged for the moon to give him light,
He had so many miles to walk that night,
Before he'd reach his den, oh.
Den oh, den oh,
Before he reached his den.
The fox caught the gray goose by the neck,
And flung her right across his back
The black duck shouts out, "Quack, quack, quack,
The fox is off to his den, oh."
Mrs. Slipper Slapper jumped out of bed,
Out of the window popped her head;
"John! John! John! the gray goose is gone,
And the fox is off to his den, oh."
John went up to the top of the hill
And blew a blast, both loud and shrill,
The fox said, "That's pretty music still-
I'd rather be in my den, oh."
The fox took it home to his hungry wife,
Who made good use of the carving knife.
"Never eate a better goose in all my life!"
And the young ones picked the bones, oh.