The Four Little Foxes by Lew sarett
The Four Little Foxes
Speak gently, spring, and make no sudden sound;
New-born foxes squirming on the ground_
Speak gently.
Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow;
Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow,
The four little foxes saw there mother go_
Walk softly.
Go lightly, Spring, Oh give them no alarm;
When I covered them with boughs to shelter them form harm,
The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm_
Go lightly.
Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane;
Nuzzling one another, and whimpering with pain,
The new little foxes are shivering in the rain_
Step softly.
By__________________Lew Sarett