Well, the fox went out upon a windy night,

Prayed to the moon, a gonna give him light,

He had many long miles to go that night,

Before he'd reach-a that town-o, town-o, town-o,

He had many long miles to go that night,

Before he'd reach-a that town-o.

Well the fox, he came to a great big pen,

Where the ducks and the geese, they were kept therein,

He said, "One of you's a-gonna grease my chin,

Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,

One, one of you's a-gonna grease my chin,

Before I leave-a this town-o."

Well, he grabbed the grey goose by the neck,

Throwed a duck up across his back,

And he did not mind their quack, quack, quack,

And their legs all a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,

No, he did not mind their quack, quack, quack,

And their legs all a-dangling down-o.

Well old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed,

Threw back the shutter and stuck out her head,

And yelled, "John, John, John! Well, the grey goose is gone,

And the [bad word] away from the town-o, town-o, town-o!"

"John, John, John! The grey goose, he's gone,

And the [bad word] away from the town-o!"

Well old John went up to the top of the hill,

He blew his horn both loud and shrill,

And the fox said, "I better hurry up with my kill,

They're gonna soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o!"

Yes the fox said, "I better hurry up with my kill,

They're gonna soon be on my trail-o!"

Well the fox, he came to his cozy den,

There sat the little ones, eight, nine, ten,

Said, "Pop, Pop, Pop, you better go back again,

'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!"

"Pop, Pop, Pop, you better go back again,

'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!

Well the fox and his wife, without any strife,

Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife,

And they never never had such a feast in their life,

And the little ones chewed on a bone-o, bone-o, bone-o,

No, they never never had such a feast in their life,

And the little ones chewed on a bone-o.