The fox burst out with a flair of cunning,

He ran like mad and he went on running;

He made his point for the Heroes' Pleasance,

By Hang Bill Copse, where he roused the pheasants.

They rose with a whirr and kuk, kuk, kukkered;

The fox ran on with a mask unpuckered

By Boshale Stump and Uttermost Penny,

Where the grass was short and the tracks were many.

He tried the clay and he tried the marl,