Red coat, pointy ears, a proud little fellow
Don’t be shy, little fox, peeking out of your burrow.

Come look and see, what grows at your front door,
God has planted a meal, no need to want more.

The sun has risen above the top of the trees.
Wild raspberries are swaying in the morning breeze.

Sun beams create spotted patterns on the ground
little fox fills up his belly, and falls asleeps content and sound.