The Four Little Foxes by Lew sarett

The Four Little Foxes




Speak gently, spring, and make no sudden sound;          
The Four Little FoxesFor in my windy valley yesterday i found
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

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