Around the chicken coop he'd prance, his thinking wry and sly. Then to its roof a sudden glance- a cock against the sky...
His brain began a baneful bent, his words were false and foul. "King Lion has a truce now sent", "No predator aprowl."
The cock seemed pleased and looking far, he claimed a canine nearing. He'd tell that mutt those words bizarre but fox was disappearing!
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