Playful red fox leaping in the snow
There are those who only know
To hunt and kill you for sport
Painting their cheeks red with blood to show
How crafty they think they are
They malign you as cunning and thieving
So no-one would think to be grieving
The murder of a creature who causes such trouble
If they have everyone believing
The lies that they creatively tell
The hunt will go on
~Cie~
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