That Old FoxThere's a spot I like to visit, A place down by the sea. An area not known to many, And that's why it's perfect for me.That Old Fox
Every night I go there, And listen to the same old fox bark. I often wonder what he's been through, in his life and that such lark.
I wonder if he has a family, A wife fox and some cubs. I wonder if they've all been slain, By stupid toffs with clubs.
Maybe he's alone, Too scared of death to meet a mate. Maybe he's on the run from something, He looks in such a state.
He visits the same spot I do, A
LifeBorn into this world Crying, laughing and smiling. Whod've known what's next!Life
Time flies by your eyes. Growing older and wiser. Married with children.
Older with more aches. Not working for the machine. Being alive...Then dead.
Birth. Life and Death. Why? There is no way we'll find out until we each die.
