Don't be a sheep be a fox
A Poem from www.spreadfirefox.com
Don't be a sheep be a fox.
Sheep are fluffy white things that look like clouds.
Foxes are things that are slim: chased by hounds.
To be a sheep is to follow the crowd,
Whereas, the flame red fox just flits around; proud.
In to nets the explored sheep's wool goes,
Blue are the letters to be patched - or sewed.
Think of it laterally my friend the fox does all
That work without a hitch or a stitch.
As the opera starts, out come the crowds,
A singer who is big and round.
Not like our fox who just flits around,
From the fire she comes – standing out from the crowd.
Prehistoric, the lynx with roots – good, and just,
No one questions your might, not the fox, not
Tonight. Your quarry is not that of the fox,
We salute you oh hunter of words in a box.
Old safaris are banned, new safaris are born;
Tourists look on. No sheep to be found,
As they browse around – what's that they see
Flitting around? A lynx? No, not an explorer,
Navigator or hound.
Their vision is just flitting around, as they watch
This fox outsmart the crowd.
Their eyes stop as the net burns through
There is no singer left to sing a tune,
The fox takes flight and burns right through.
posted by a stranger @ 7/08/2005 04:25:00 PM
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