When dawn comes with birds in the trees,
Their sweet song floating on the morning breeze.
I, on my early walk,
am looking for a prey to stalk.
My clever mind turning all the while
behind an overly-confident smile.
The Smiling Fox, I am he.
Tramping through the woods, happily.
I happened upon a tasty hare,
but I had caught her unaware.
Eating prey without chase is not my way.
So, I smile and let her run away.
Others take what they can out of their need,
but I have no fear because of my speed.
Through the meadow and the woodland, I gracefully sail,
Bounding with ease o'er hill and dale.
The baying hounds are on my track,
but I am not alarmed by that.
Though they follow me wheree'er I roam,
I lose them in the forest, my secret home.
So I shall smile, conceitedly.
Knowing no hunter shall capture me
and keep laughing, walking through the wood,
where the water's fresh and the breeze is good.
The Smiling Fox, I am he.
Tramping through the woods, happily
and that's the way I'll always be.
