For old fox, I heard them say; they are going to kill you off today.
Those gentry in their hunting red are going to see you dead.
Hounds were a plenty and many a gun, you see old fox they must have their fun.
They will find you where ever your hiding, in wood or barn.
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A refined poetic imagination, Cecil. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.