The Fox and the Goose

Fox, you stole our goose last night,
You picked the fattest one,
Picked the fattest one.
Now the hunter's gone to get you
With his horse and gun-gun-gun,
Now the hunter's gone to get you
With his horse and gun-gun-gun.

Fox, you're running, clipper, clopper,
Think you'll get away?
Think you'll get away?
Bang-bang-bang the gun will sing,
An awful price to pay,
Bang-bang-bang the gun will sing,
An awful price to pay,

So, dear fox, when fortune knocks
And plump round geese you spy,
Let them go – it's best you know,
Fill up on field mouse pie-pie-pie.
Let them go – it's best you know,
Fill up on field mouse pie-pie-pie.