Monday, December 3, 2012


Little girl out in the forest-city,
Picking flowers on her way to school,
Met a twenty first century fox,
With glasses and a half grey beard,
Lovely child, take my candy he said,
and showed her an ugly worm.

Now that five whole centuries had passed
and no grandma was waiting,
only a mother with much forewarning,
had packed her some nice sharp scissors,
Little darling, trust no fox she said
Dead children in graves nodded in approval

Off came the ugly triangular head,
Did I surprise you mister, she said
OOOww howled the fox and scooted,
His faith had just been uprooted,
The girl smiled, this time the children had won
The joy of his tattered worm was done.

She swiped the blade clean with a tissue,
Chucked it in the nearest chute,
Paused for a moment, thanked mommy
she knew in her world innocence wasn’t a virtue,
Then hopped and picked flowers on her way,
Recounting her lessons for school.

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