The young ones cried out, quack, quack, quack,
And the fox went home to his den O.
Old mother Slipper-slopper jumped out of bed,
She open’d the window and popp’d out her head,—
John! John! John! the great goose is dead.
And the fox has gone home to his den O.
So John went up unto a hill,
And blew his horn both loud and shrill;
Says the fox This is very pretty music, still
I’d rather be safe in my den O.