The Boy Who Cried Fox

[couchgrouch]

The Boy Who Cried FoxI was fifteen years old, she was sly n boldand shook her tail when she walkedshe was new on my street, but I could still seeshe'd been around the blockher folks traveled alot, she never stayed in one spotyeah, she could really movebut no friends that I called, had seen her at alland I didn't have any proofI was the boy who cried foxthey said I was all talkno girl looked that goodin our neighborhoodbut they'd all be sorrythey laughed at my storyI was the boy who cried foxone night she was alone, and when I walked her homeshe asked me up to her roomguess she wanted one guy, to remember that town bycos her folks'd be leaving soonthough my friends had their doubts, that me and her made outthey were proven wrong one dayyeah, they saw what they'd missed, when she blew me a kissas her folks were driving awayI was the boy who cried foxthey said I was all talkno girl looked that goodin our neighborhoodbut they were all sorrythey laughed at my storyI was the boy who cried fox(c)2004 Robert George