Now I lay you down to sleep,
On the curbside,
On the curbside,
You look so peaceful I could weep,
As I pass you on the curbside,
See you on the curbside,
And you surely were not counting sheep,
Sleeping on the curbside,
Sleeping on the curbside,
In the muddy puddle where you lay your feet,
Soaking at the curbside,
Soaking at the curbside,
The reddest fox that time won't keep,
Sleeping at the curbside,
Sleeping at the curbside,
Perfection preserved by the wheel of some jeep,
Bleeding at the curbside,
Bleeding at the curbside,
You curled and died, in a little fluff heap,
Crumpled by the curbside,
Crumpled by the curbside,
Sleepy little fox that will not sleep,
Goodnight, Red Prince, and make that leap,
To the world beyond the curbside,
The world beyond the curbside.
29.02.08 M.Joseph Burt
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