Fred the fox had a fetish for fruit gums
He was not one to scavenge the slums.
No he would sneak into the late night stores
Silently tip toeing on his little red paws.
Behind the freezer he would patiently hide
Licking his lips his mouth open wide.
Once the shopkeeper turned his back
Out came fred leaping onto the rack.
In his mouth he would cram the packets
Trying his best not to make a racket.
Then out of the door he would sneak
Scampering off down the street.
Only when he reached his little den
Did he relax and open them
Chomping on those little fruity treats
Till he fell into a sweet sugary sleep.
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I would like to translate this poem
LOL. I better your two littl'uns will enjoy this one, Vincey. With warmth, Gina.