The Fox Who Learned How To Crow Poem by Chris Embrick

The sly, old fox learned how to crow
He thought at dawn the hens would show
But the farmer's dog saw through the ruse
Behind the coop, that night he snoozed
Next day, the dog heard the alarm
But the fox went to a neighbor's farm
In one mad dash killed the rooster
He left the hens with little future
The farmer locked him in a pen
The sly, old fox for lunch had hen
But alas, the fox outfoxed himself
Now that he can crow, there's no bark left
With a freak no one wants to play
The vixens they all run away

Moral:

A crowing fox will live a lonely life
Although well fed he'll have no wife.