In the attic of our old home at night,
This animal would often give a fright,
All my younger siblings seven in all,
They listened for Harry Fox I'd call.
Their eyes got big and stayed quiet.
I would tell them about Harry's life.
The suspense ran wild in their minds,
Harry was in the imagination of mine.
So after a story of Harry Fox, I'd tell,
Before sleep their, minds slept well.
I think of my siblings living at home,
Love we had before we were grown.
Now, years later I think of back then,
The love and closeness we lived in.
Harry Fox, the story gave us a scare,
When we slept together, with no care.
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