The Fox's Tricky Plan

The Fox's Tricky Plan

A henhouse stood, by Farmer Giles' land, Red paint peeling, held together by sand. Straw on the floor, a comfy warm nest, Where plump hens clucked, and peacefully rest.

Wanted chicken eggs, that was the Fox's desire, His tummy was rumbling, fueled by a fire! So sneaky he crept, with a glint in his eye, Beneath the moonlight, passing chickens that fly (south for the winter).

Henny the Hen, with feathers so bright, Was guarding her eggs with all of her might. Rooster Reginald, proud and so bold, Strutted about, a story untold.

The Fox made a plan, a mischievous scheme, "I'll dress as a chicken!" he thought with a gleam. He borrowed some feathers, a bonnet so wide, Hoping to blend, and cleverly hide.

He waddled inside, with a "Cluck, cluck," so weak, But Reginald crowed, "That voice is so bleak!" Henny pecked hard, at his feathery disguise, The Fox tripped and tumbled, right before their eyes!

He landed ker-splat! In a muddy old puddle, His disguise was ruined, a comical huddle. The chickens all laughed, a joyous loud sound, As the Fox slinked away, without making a bound.

He went home that night, with an empty old belly, His plan had gone wrong, quite smelly and melly! He learned a good lesson, a valuable thing, Honesty's better, than tricks foxes bring. Went hungry that night, lessons learned in his head, Next time he'd just hunt for berries instead.