This was one of Daddy's signature pieces, especially as he sang it and accompanied himself on our old Hammond organ.
The fox went out on a windy night,
Prayed for the moon to give him light —
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o,
Town-o, town-o,
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o.
He ran til he came to a big round pen —
The ducks and the geese were kept therein —
Said, "A couple o' you're gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o
Town-o, town-o,
A couple o' you're gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o."
He grabbed the grey goose by the neck,
Throwed a duck across his back,
He didn't mind the quack-quack-quack
And the legs all dangling down-o
Down-o, down-o,
He didn't mind the quack-quack-quack
And the legs all dangling down-o.
Then old mother Flipper-Flopper jamped out of bed,
Out of the window she poked her head,
Cryin', "John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o,
Town-o, town-o,
John, John, the grey goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o."
Then John he went to the top of the hill,
Blew his horn both loud and shrill.
The fox, he said, "I better run with my kill
For they'll soon be on my trail-o!"
Trail-o, trail-o,
The fox, he said, "I better run with my kill
For they'll soon be on my trail-o!"
He ran till he came to his cozy den
Out came the little ones, eight, nine, ten;
They said, "Daddy, better go back again,
For it must be a mighty fine town-o,
Town-o, town-o,"
They said, "Daddy, better go back again,
For it must be a mighty fine town-o!"
Then the fox and his wife, without any strife,
Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife.
They never had such a supper in their life,
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o
