Mr. Fox had lost the plot,
as he forgot his tail a lot.
See, he was born without a tail,
so had to buy his own on sale.
Monday he forgot his tail.
He searched and searched to no avail.
Under tables, drawers, chairs,
the kitchen sink and under stairs.
Finally he found his tail,
in the fridge, beside the Quail.
He tied it on and brushed it through
and looked now very happy too.
Tuesday his tail was lost again.
So he searched in every lane.
On he searched all through the night,
giving neighbours quite a fright.
His friend suggested not to bother,
why not go and buy another?
So Mr. Fox drove into town,
his face all scrunched up in a frown.
Yet he came back without a tail,
as he disliked the ones on sale.
He sighed and off he went to bed,
There under his pillow case,
was the tail he had to chase.
He laughed out loud and tied it on,
happy that the search was done.
Wednesday he did tell his friend
and they giggled with no end.
Then they glued it to his bum
so Mr. Fox was never glum!
Iris I loved this.
Thanks so much for the kind comment Larry, here is the fully illustrated pdf version, if you have some little munchkins to entertain: https://bit.ly/2UnOwtN
wishing you and your loved ones a safe and zany transition through all this, Iris
Thank you. I have grandchildren