She darts and dives
'twixt briar and thorn
Her perturbed persuers
show naught but scorn
She laughs and cackles
while they grunt and growl
She deftly springs and bounds
And they stomp through muck most foul
This creature is a clever prey
Praised for her ingenuity
She runs like wind and set
her traps, but only harms dignity
The fox is small, this is true
Her teeth not vicious, claws but few
But a wit and eyes, both so sharp
Are her weapons, and always strike true
~Ode from the Toad