Poem

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

السلام عليكم

Masha Allaah, I've thought of a new poem, of Reynard the Fox.

Here it is.

Reynard the Fox,

Still half grown,

Playing with a nox,

Calling to his mother.

Mother Fox comes,

And way up in the Old Pasture,

How Old Man Dick hums!

Wise old Mother Fox, 

She says to Reynard,

"If the box on the ground catches you,

Then there will come Baynerd,

So, my child, let's go away,

And in return,

We will eat two hens,

And roll away a churn,

Look out for TRAPS!"

So they did,

And Old Man Dick came,

And the Foxes hid.

How angry he was!

Alas to the Foxes,

The hen yard was closed.

And they just fell over the Noxes,

At Wax Fill Hill. 

THE END.

السلام عليكم

MAIMOONAH