Date Night Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Date night
Down in the woods it's date night
Mr Fox is on the pull
He's putting his best foot forward
He's even dried his drool

He's off to find a vixen
His whiskers twitch with pride
When a vixen sees him twitchin
It's a cert she'll be his bride

He's stepping out in style tonight
Mr Fox is struttin his stuff
With his russet suit and his chat up line
With his nice white fur neck ruff

Down in the den he woos her
His love howls raise the rafters
With a fresh killed duck for dinner
With conjugals for afters