The false fox came to our house one night
And gave all the geese a terrible fright.
He came on tiptoe through the gate.
The geese were in a dreadful state.
He took a fat goose fast by the neck.
The poor goose cried out ‘Queck! Queck! Queck! ’
My mother ran out all alone
And at the fox she threw a stone.
My father ran out with a pail
And hit the fox-clank! On his tail.
But false fox had his goosey-gander.
And away he ran with his precious plunder.
He carried the goose off to his lair,
And all his family had a share.