(Hatchet & Spade) The foxes ran into the fields Where the corn had been growing all year Nothing was left It was razed to the ground There was left not a solitary ear The foxes ran into the vines The time for ripening near But within half an hour Every grape had turned sour And it wasn't a very good year You might guess that this wasn't a ploy Which the foxes would wholly enjoy For they'd scamper about Just to put themselves out Thus increase the amount they destroy (You get my drift ?) The foxes ran into the groves The Philistines feeling well chuffed For their crops had done well But their faces soon fell When all of their olives were stuffed