Why don't you come on down here
The fox he said, beaming ear to ear
Look around there's nothing to fear
The bird it fluttered upon its branch
Replying loudly there's not a chance
Safe in the tree it happily pranced
Again the fox tried to coast it down
The fox said look at what I've found
Picking up a stone from the ground
The bird took flight high into the sky
You silly old fox why do you even try
Look and see I have got wings to fly
The fox got mad the cheek of that bird
Once more he called out have you heard
I have a secret but I mustn't say a word
The bird it knew how to play this game
Mr Fox the bird said your story's so lame
I am not flying down so stop being a pain
The bird got bored with the fox's ways
So the foolish fox would go hungry today
That's the end of my poem by the way
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