The Fox
 
The bill collector so cometh,
Up the path, up the way
Gotta pick up my sign
“Beware, I’m sick
With the flu.  
Enter at your own risk.”
Put it in the window
And go to bed
 
But he who knoweth me
And my foxy ways
Knows that he, another fox
Can no longer be out-foxed
Uh-oh for me

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