Fox And The Goose Woody Guthrie

The little baby foxes, eight, nine, and ten
And the old mama fox did tell their dad
"You'd better make a trip to the goose's pen
So we don't starve to death-o."
So we don't starve to death-o."

Well, the daddy fox dug out of his den
He sniffled his nose in the midnight wind
He prayed for the moon to hide him
When he made for the farmers pen-o
When he made for the farmers pen-o

He followed the wind for a half a mile
He hid in the dump and the garbage pile
He heard the dogs barkin' on his trail
When he came to the goose's house-o

"I'll swim the lake, I'll swim the pond
I'll swim the river both up and down
I could not drag a fat goose down
Amongst these dogs and hounds-o."
Amongst these dogs and hounds-o."

He circled the field, he circled the trees
He laid false trails thru the stickery weeds
He left the dogs on the old foot log
And he swum for the farmer's goose pen
And he swum for the farmer's goose pen