The fox went out on a chilly night, 
  prayed for the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night 
  before he reached the town-O!

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Town-O! Town-O!
He had many a mile to go that night 
  before he reached the Town-O!

He ran til he came to a great big bin, 
  the ducks and the geese were kept therein
And he said, “A couple of you are gonna grease my chin 
  before I leave this town-O!”

He grabbed the gray goose by the neck, 
  he throwed a duck across his back
He didn’t mind the quack quack quack, 
  or the legs all dangling down-O!

Then old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed, 
  and out of the window she stuck her head
She cried, “John, John, the gray goose is gone 
  and the fox is on the town-O!”

Then John he went to the top of the hill, 
  he blew his horn both loud and shrill
The fox, he said, “I better flee with my kill 
  or they’ll soon be on my trail-O!”

He ran til he came to his cozy den, 
  and there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten,
Sayin’ “Daddy, you better go back again, 
  ‘cause it must be a mighty fine town-O!”

Well the fox and his wife, without any strife, 
  they cut up the goose with a carving knife,
They never had such a supper in their life, 
  and the little ones chewed on the bones-O!