The Foxes..

Shut the window,
Turn out the light,
Shut the door,
It’s that time of night 

Children to bed,
To rest their heads,
Parents unwind,
With a glass of wine

 Out come the foxes,
So elegant and striking,
Busy tails swishing,
Speed of a viking 

For hours they play,
And have their own way,
Till the sun comes out,
They run about,

When the moon goes to sleep,
Off go the foxes,
So quietly they creep.