Hatterdale

My dearest dear, listen closely now

As I tell you of my tale

How the plain little Fox tricked a Cow

One day, in Hatterdale.

A plain little fox, she had always been

No diamonds in her tail

The Cow was tall and combed and clean

The Queen of Hatterdale.

‘What is this?’ Smirked the Cow with glee

‘A cow that isn’t pale?

You creature, are completely ugly

The ugliest in Hatterdale.’

It was quite true, among the town

That this Cow, though a pretty pale

Had never understood, with a frown

That there were more than cows in Hatterdale.

‘Come, my lady.’ Said the Fox

Stepping to the forest fence rail

‘Let me show you, just this once

The jewels of Hatterdale.’

The Cow went, with pattering feet

Yet slowly, like a snail

She followed the Fox with wide blue eyes

Into the forest of Hatterdale.

Further and further into the forest they went

Past the river, on their trail

The cow didn’t know mud, only cement

From the streets of Hatterdale.

‘Where are we going?’ Asked the Cow

Beginning to look quite frail

The fox replied ‘Not much further now.’

They were no longer in Hatterdale.

They reached a lake, vast and wide

The Fox said ‘You must swim!’

‘But I can’t.’ The Cow did cry

And so the Fox pushed her right in.

‘Oh no! Don’t leave! I’ll surely drown!’

The cow splashed and thrashed with a wail

‘When you die, I’ll take your crown.’

Smiled the new Fox queen of Hatterdale.

The cow had gone, plain out of sight

Her skin covered by a watery veil

The Fox slipped away, as it became night

To become the ruler of Hatterdale.

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I don't know I had a weird 

R