“’T was that villain the Fox,” said good Mr. Drake,
Who lived in a pond very near.
“Now listen to me, I pray you,” he said,
“And roof your new house with some tiles,
Or you, like your sisters, will soon be dead,—
A prey to your enemy’s wiles.”
So she took the advice of her mother and friend,
And made her house very secure.
Then she said,—“Now, whatever may be my end,
The Fox cannot catch me, I’m sure.”