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Mister Fox 
Mister Fox 
(John Pole) tune by Terry Yarnell 
Outside Mr. Fox's garden, Three maids playing with a golden ball Jenny threw it up and Susan caught it, Mary bounced it over the wall The wall is high; Mr. Fox has a little red eye 
In she ran to fetch her ball again, The garden gate stood open wide Suddenly, it was locked and bolted Mr. Fox stood just inside The wall is high; the grasses shiver and the tall trees sigh 
He says, "I'll keep your golden ball, Miss Mary I shall have it and here you shall stay You shall keep my house and be my servant Never stir out for a year and a day" The wall is high; His smile is cruel and his eyes are sly 
Spring and summer passed like shadows She watched the green leaves fade and fall She walked alone in the empty garden Mr. Fox said nothing at all The wall is high; never a soul came near or by 
Three strange things he did forbid her "Never touch my iron box Never go near the thirteenth room Nor near the bed," said Mr. Fox The wall is high; Mary don't you dare ask why 
Mary she rose up one morning Found an iron box on the shelf But of all the rooms There were only twelve 
The wall is high; Mary don't you peep and pry One day Mr. Fox went walking In that box she found a key It fitted the door she'd never unfastened 
And when she opened it, what did she see? The wall is high; the key said "run" and the door said "fly" 
In Mr. Fox's thirteenth bedroom A naked sword hung on the wall In a silver bowl on the bed's black counterpane There she saw her golden ball 
The wall is high; the bed said "come" and the sword said "die" 
In she ran to fetch her ball again To snatch it from that great black bed Out jumped Mr. Fox and lept at her His teeth flashed white and his eyes burned red The wall is high 
Copyright John Pole SOF