Mister Fox

<br>Fields sing a Winter song<br>Jack Frost is here again<br>Dressed in a cape of the blackest black silk<br>Looking for his oldest old friend<br>But nobody`s seen Mister Fox<br>No-one has seen Mister Fox<br><br>Reds and blues dart between the trees<br>And this time the sky is really falling<br>Jack looks hard through the bracken and the thorns<br>Listen Hey! Hear him calling<br>But nobody`s seen Mister Fox<br>Nobody`s seen Mister Fox<br><br>Fields sing a November tale<br>Jack is up, set to leave<br>And as he spreads his cape he`s blissfully unaware<br>Of the wild eyes watching from the trees<br>But not does he see Mister Fox<br>He never sees Mister Fox