Fox's Wedding

As the rain falls While the sun still shines Somewhere in the country hills The foxes throw a festive time Of all delights and earthly frills So gather all the sly with teeth From distant hill and den To celebrate beneath the trees And feast on speckled hens, In blossom scented breeze Within a ray That lights the clearing Solemn vows are spoken, true A veil is lifted, eyes are tearing Into red coats soaken through A cheer, then let The fest ensues They dance upon the dampened ground And eat of mice and rabbit stew With cunning talk and yapping sounds So merry goes The married day Until the night has come and gone The shape of things then shifts Thither to the break of dawn And the dew does lift