FOXING THE FOX

"sniff the vermin out", "tally-ho and all that show!"
"now sound the blasted horn, dear sir, won't you please?"
"gentlemen, i keep my word - my wife will have a fur"
"we'll have us all a fine kill - in time for tea, sir".

heart is pounding, mind is racing, hunt is on
through the brushwood, through the trees, must keep on
i can hear bloodthirsty cries now can't be long
before i face those snarling jaws, yes, head on.

softly now i sense that they might draw me in
they're across to cut me off, they'll have my skin
quietly doubling back against a fearful noise
hope to slip the net and miss the red-coat boys.

"he should have come through here by now"
"where has that vermin gone?"
"he's escaped this time - but how?"
"so close we were to him"

"the blighters doubled back"
"tally-ho! and all that show"
"i guess we'll have him in the sack"
"just a mile or so…."

they've seen me now, i've slipped them once, yet at what cost?
now i'm well within their sights, all might be lost
just hope to find a place to hide where i'll be safe
perhaps they'll all give in through this chase
i'm weakening, i'm sickening
i feel their breath

raising hairs upon my neck, the chill of death.
if i can just keep going for another mile
perhaps i'll cheat them of their game and rest awhile.
"the blighter's got away!"
"how did he get away?"
"the blighter's got away!"

music & lyrics: leigh
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