The Hen and Fox

MY own fat hen
Did go one day
Out in the lot,
An egg to lay.

The day was hot
A cow sat by,
And in her ear
Was a big fly.
"Buz, buz, buz, buz"
The fly did go,
In the cow's ear,
bit it so.

The cow did say,
"moo! moo I
Do go a-way,
do ! do !

" Go to the pig,
You bad old fly,
Get out ! get out !
moo I my !"
It did not go,
The bad old fly ;
And now it lit
In the cow's eye.

Tip she did hop !
And ran a-way;
And now my hen
Her egg did lay.

But oh ! oh ! oh !
A sly red fox,
Who was all hid
In an old box,
Did get my hen
And get her egg,
Tho' she did cry,
And she did beg.

But the red fox,
me ! my !
He bit and bit,
So she did die.

He ate her up
In his old den :
He ate her up,
My own fat hen.
And I so sad
All day, did spy
To see the bad
Red fox go by.

I set a net,
And oh ! I saw
The bad red fox
Put in his paw.

Now he did cry,
And he did beg,
But no ! I had
Him by the leg.
To let him go
Was not to be,
And our old Dan
Did say to me :

" the bad fox !
As I say 'one,’
I'll hit him pop !
Out of my gun."

The fox did die,
And my new hen
Can lay an egg,
Or two, or ten.
For now no fox
Can eat my lien,
Or get her egg,
Or two, or ten.