The fox,
Lonely fox,
Lonely Indian fox
Crossing the road,
Searching food
Sometimes chance to see
It running past,
Slipping away
Into the bushes.
The fox,
Indian fox,
Lonely fox
Into the lonely ways
Becoming visible
And instantly running away
To vanish out of sight,
The fox,
Indian fox.
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