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Who is the fox? (I am the fox)Who are you? (I am me)Who is me? (Me is a thief)You'll bring your poor, poor mother grief, soAfter the fox, after the foxOff to the hunt with chains and locksSo, after the fox, after the foxSomeone is always chasing after the foxWhere is the gold? (it's on the truck)Where's the truck? (I won't tell)You must tell (then I will lie)You'll make your poor, poor sister cry (ha ha ha...), soAfter the fox, after the foxOff to the hunt with chains and locksSo, after the fox, after the foxSomeone is always chasing after the foxWhy do you steal? (So I'll be rich)Why not work? (work is hard)You'll be caught (I never fail)All little crooks wind up in jail (Not me, not me), soAfter the fox, after the foxOff to the hunt with chains and locksSo, after the fox, after the foxSomeone is always chasing after the foxAfter the fox

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