The Fox Stealing pies!

In gardens green, near village square, Where roses bloomed and sunbeams glare, A cunning fox, with eyes so bright, Prepared for mischief in the light.

A baker's pies, a fragrant treat, Lay cooling, oh so tempting, sweet! While chickens clucked and scratched around, No wiser creatures could be found.

Our sly old fox, with stealthy paws, Crept past the fence, ignoring laws! He snatched a pie, a cherry dream, And vanished like a rushing stream.

He ran so fast, a furry streak, The chickens squawked, a panicked shriek! He gobbled down the pie with glee, "The best dessert," he cried, "for me!"

But uh oh! From the bakery door, The baker charged, with mighty roar! He saw the fox, all cherry-faced, His pie-thieving crime embraced.

The fox was caught, a guilty sight, Covered in crumbs, a sorry plight. He helped replant the cherry tree, And learned that stealing's not the key!