The Unfairness Of Angels

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 A lucky escape
Today I saw foxes in my garden, a family pack of four
With orange and white fur all over, but with black upon their paw
I called my brother up to see them play, from my bedroom window
And there playing, just yards away, was my little fellow
Maurice! What you doing playing with the Fox
I know our families pretty mad, but are you off your box?
Maurice is a fearless cat, for that I will give him
But for Gods sake man, stay away from the dustbin
For those foxes were eating our Sundays left over roast
And if you butt your little nose in mate, you'll end up as toast
But to our surprise they start to play and seemed to get on just fine
Until that was, the fox licked his lips and thought of dinner time
Me and brother start to shout "Maurice get in doors!"
And he bounds right in just in time from those foxes claws



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