IX.—The Poultry and the Borough.
The Fox ran to London
Starving for his dinner;
There he met the Weasel
Looking even thinner.
The Weasel said to Reynard,
"What shall be our pickin's?"
Said Reynard to the Weasel,
"Rabbits and Spring Chickens."
Then they went a-hunting,
And they did it very thorough,
The Fox in the Poultry
And the Weasel in the Borough.