I found a fox in the woodsShe was cold and hungryI was sure that she loved meAnd we were thick as thieves..
And she would never forgetAnd I would never be left.
But when I woke I found she had fledTo the house down the river..And I cried all nightBecause I had thought she was mine.
I could admit that i am only a coward
crying me me me..
So I will go now
without old age or disease,
wildly but accuratley,
knowing my best route,
Carried by that toy donkey I rode all these years,
never asking, “Where are we going?”
We were riding (if i’d only known),