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Now Tudens you sit on this knee and 'scuse	A
It having no side saddle on and Jeems	A
You sit on this and don't you wobble so	A
And chug my old shins with your coppertoes	A
And all the rest of you range round someway	B
Ride on the rockers and hang to the arms	A
Of our old time splint bottom carryall	C
Do anything but squabble for a place	A
Or push or shove or scrouge or breathe out loud	D
Or chew wet or knead taffy in my beard	E
Do anything almost act anyway	B
Only keep still so I can hear myself	F
Trying to tell you just one story more	G
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One winter afternoon my father with	H
A whistle to our dog a shout to us	A
His two boys six and eight years old we were	I
Started off to the woods a half a mile	C
From home where he was chopping wood We raced	J
We slipped and slid reaching at last the north	K
Side of Tharp's corn field There we struck what seemed	L
To be a coon track so we all agreed	M
And father who was not a hunter to	N
Our glad surprise proposed we follow it	O
The snow was quite five inches deep and we	B
Keen on the trail were soon far in the woods	A
Our old dog Ring ran nosing the fresh track	P
With whimpering delight far on ahead	Q
After following the trail more than a mile	C
To northward through the thickest winter woods	A
We boys had ever seen all suddenly	B
He seemed to strike another trail and then	R
Our joyful attention was drawn to	N
Old Ring leaping to this side then to that	S
Of a big hollow old oak tree which had	T
Been blown down by a storm some years before	G
There all at once out leapt a lean old fox	A
From the black hollow of a big bent limb	U
Hey how he scudded but with our old Ring	V
Sharp after him and father after Ring	V
We after father near as we could hold	W
And father noticed that the fox kept just	X
About four feet ahead of Ring just that	S
No farther and no nearer Then he said	Q
There are young foxes in that tree back there	Y
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And the mother fox is drawing 'Ring' and us	A
Away from their nest there Oh le' 's go back	P
Do le' 's go back we little vandals cried	Z
Le' 's go back quick and find the little things	A
Please father Yes and take 'em home for pets	A
'Cause 'Ring' he'll kill the old fox anyway	B
So father turned at last and back we went	A2
And father chopped a hole in the old tree	B
About ten feet below the limb from which	B2
The old fox ran and Bless their little lives	A
There in the hollow of the old tree trunk	C2
There on a bed of warm dry leaves and moss	A
There snug as any bug in any rug	D2
We found one two three four and yes sir five	E2
Wee weenty teenty baby foxes with	H
Their eyes just barely opened Cute my oh	A
The cutest the most cunning little things	A
Two boys ever saw in all their lives	A
Raw weather for the little fellows now	F2
Said father as though talking to himself	F
Raw weather and no home now And off came	G2
His warm old waumus and in that he wrapped	H2
The helpless little animals and held	I2
Them soft and warm against him as he could	J2
And home we happy children followed him	U
Old Ring did not reach home till nearly dusk	K2
The mother fox had led him a long chase	A
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Yes and a fool's chase too he seemed to say	B
And looked ashamed to hear us praising him	U
But mother well we could not understand	L2
Her acting as she did and we so pleased	M2
I can see yet the look of pained surprise	A
And deep compassion of her troubled face	A
When father very gently laid his coat	N2
With the young foxes in it on the hearth	O2
Beside her as she brightened up the fire	I
She urged for the old fox's sake and theirs	A
That they be taken back to the old tree	B
But father for our wistful sakes no doubt	P2
Said we would keep them and would try our best	Q2
To raise them And at once he set about	P2
Building a snug home for the little things	A
Out of an old big bushel basket with	H
Its fractured handle and its stoven ribs	A
So lining and padding this all cosily	B
He snuggled in its little tenants and	R2
Called in John Wesley Thomas our hired man	S2
And gave him in full charge with much advice	A
Regarding the just care and sustenance of	T2
Young foxes John he said you feed 'em milk	U2
Warm milk John Wesley Yes and keep 'em by	V2
The stove and keep your stove a roarin' too	N
Both night and day And keep 'em covered up	W2
Not smothered John but snug and comfortable	B
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And now John Wesley Thomas first and last	X2
You feed 'em milk fresh milk and always warm	Y2
Say five or six or seven times a day	B
Of course we'll grade that by the way they thrive	E2
But for all sanguine hope and care as well	B
The little fellows did not thrive at all	B
Indeed with all our care and vigilance	A
By the third day of their captivity	B
The last survivor of the fated five	E2
Squeaked like some battered little rubber toy	Z2
Just clean worn out And that's just what it was	A
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And nights the cry of the mother fox for her young	A3
Was heard with awe for long weeks afterward	B3
And we boys every night would go to the door	G
And peering out in the darkness listening	V
Could hear the poor fox in the black bleak woods	A
Still calling for her little ones in vain	C3
As all mutely we returned to the warm fireside	Z
Mother would say How would you like for me	B
To be out there this dark night in the cold woods	A
Calling for my children	D3

James Whitcomb Riley

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