Woody Guthrie - Fox And The Goose lyrics

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