the heart of the foxet

she dove under the fence
finding the beast she comenced

circling the left
cradling her young she was not bereft

on the mount she mounted the beat
preceded to take a feast

let her passions roll
for the devils heart she stole

diving on top of him
from him she got

feasting on the sweet roll
the devil bell told

dancing the flows of his elixir
her flexible neck erected a flag poll

from her get came the young
the foxy tramp the morning sun

and that's what you get in the vixens bed roll
satisfaction and a head bowl