I run swift like an arrow
Rain pelting my fur
thunder rolling overhead
The game has begun once again
and I intend to win
I will not be stopped
Cries of confused hound ring out
And my pride swells
The foolish hulking masses of flesh
They can not catch me
I know this well
I can feel it deep within me
They will never find me
Cowering in a corner
Fighting for my life
I elude them using the tricks taught me
By all the one come before me
And I remember my new tricks
for the many generations to come
For in this game
Man is taught his place
In theis game
The fox is king