The little baby foxes, eight, nine, and ten
And the old mama fox did tell their dad
"You'd better make a trip to the goose's pen
So we don't starve to d**h-o."
So we don't starve to d**h-o."
Well, the daddy fox dug out of his den
He sniffled his nose in the midnight wind
He prayed for the moon to hide him
When he made for the farmers pen-o
When he made for the farmers pen-o
He followed the wind for a half a mile
He hid in the dump and the garbage pile
He heard the dogs barkin' on his trail
When he came to the goose's house-o
"I'll swim the lake, I'll swim the pond
I'll swim the river both up and down
I could not drag a fat goose down
Amongst these dogs and hounds-o."
Amongst these dogs and hounds-o."
He circled the field, he circled the trees
He laid false trails thru the stickery weeds
He left the dogs on the old foot log
And he swum for the farmer's goose pen
And he swum for the farmer's goose pen
The granddaddy goose by the candlelight
Told all the other geese about his fights
"I pecked and I flogged, I bit and I poked
And I run that fox away-o."
And I run that fox away-o."
The fox dug under the goosey's wall
"I'm glad to my soul to meet you all
My family want you to pay us a call
Or at least your juiciest goose-o."
Or at least your juiciest goose-o."
"I'm skin and bones," the auntie goose ran
"I'm dry bones too," uncle goose flew
"We're hard and tough," said mama and pop
And the goslings sat and cried-o
And the goslings sat and cried-o
Well, the three juiciest goslings he grabbed up in his hand
Back under the wall he ran
The lake and pond and river he swam
While the three begged for their life-o
While the goslings begged for their life-o
Up did sound the hunters' horns
Up did run the dogs and hounds
And there on the trail they wagged their tails
As they ate up the fox and the goslings-o
As they ate up the fox and the goslings-o