Roasted Fox
A mouse took a stroll through a deep, dark wood.
A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.
Where are you going to little brown mouse?
Come and have lunch in my underground house.
It’s terribly kind of you, fox, but no!
I’m having lunch with a Gruffalo.
Where are you meeting him?
Here by these rocks
And his favourite food is roasted fox!
