Mr Fox lived near Green street
Leaves his hideout to hunt on the street any time
Spared no creeping or flying creature
To devour
On a very hungry day,
He was lucky to meet Ms Squirrel
Who knew her life had ended!
Swiftly but surely
Ms Squirrel was grasped
Astonishingly, Mr Fox said to her:
‘I'm not eating you'
Because I love you!
True Love knows no ‘enemy'.
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