The Foxes Are Afield Poem by John Bliven Morin

“The foxes are afield tonight,
I feel it in my bones! ”
“Come back to bed, ” his goodwife said
To elder Farmer Jones.

“The foxes are afield tonight,
See the moonlight on the barn? ”
“So the moon is full, ” said she and pulled
Her husband by his arm.

“The foxes are afield tonight;
I fear for chick and hen! ”
“But your old hound will guard, I’m bound,
The chickens in their pen.”

“The foxes are afield tonight,
What sound is that I hear? ”
“Go back to sleep; old timbers creak,
With age; there’s naught to fear.”

“The foxes are afield tonight...”
“Now you are plainly wrong!
Come back to bed! ” And so he did.
And all their hens were gone.