He’s a sly, Fox, a lean, Fox, A keen, Fox and lone. He’s a black, Crow, a wise Crow, Guarding his zone! He’s a conceited, Fox, a ‘nose in the air’, Fox, Challenging all who dare, He’s a brave, Crow, high in the sky, Crow, Diving down through the air. He’s a ‘too-late’, Fox, beak on pate, Fox, So – off he must go! He’s a fearful, Fox, even a tearful, Fox, To be beaten by a Crow! He’s a contented, Crow, a serene Crow, Having given of his best, He’s a delighted, Crow, a ‘should be Knighted’, Crow Sitting high, in his Crow’s-nest!