A sly old fox one day did spy,
Fal-lal-le-di-do-did-dle-lal-li-day,
Some nice ripe grapes that hung so high,
Fal-lal-le-di-do-did-dle-lal-li-day,
The fruit he'd dearly loved to gain,
But although he tried with might and main,
To reach the fruit was all in vain,
Fal-lal-le-di-do-di-dle-lal-li-day.

The fox his patience nearly lost,
Fal-lal-le-di-do-did-dle-lal-li-day,
His expectations black and cross,
Fal-lal-le-di-do-did-dle-lal-li-day,
Still licked his chops for near an hour,
Till he found the fruit beyond his power.
Then he went and swore the grapes were sour.
Fal-lal-le-di-do-di-dle-lal-li-day.



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Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1977, BBC Publications

Notes:
Source given as 'England'.

Roud: 3713 (Search Roud index at VWML) Take Six
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