FOX BE NIMBLE
FOX BE NIMBLE FOX BE NIMBLE FOX THE FAMOUS Fox's mom was on the phone. "Fox would love to help," said Mom. "I'll send him right over." "I won't do it," said Fox. "Whatever it is. I'm playing rock star." "Mrs. Ling across the street needs you to sit with her kids," said Mom. "Why don't you do it?" said Fox. "This is my quiet time," said Mom. "Now hurry up." "No," said Fox. "And that is that." "Oh really?" said Mom. And Fox went across the street. "How nice of you, Fox,"
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FOX BE NIMBLE
FOX BE NIMBLE
FOX THE FAMOUS
Fox's mom was on the phone.
"Fox would love to help," said Mom.
"I'll send him right over." "I won't do it," said Fox.
"Whatever it is. I'm playing rock star."
"Mrs. Ling across the street needs you to sit with her kids," said Mom.
"Why don't you do it?" said Fox.
"This is my quiet time," said Mom.
"Now hurry up." "No," said Fox.
"And that is that." "Oh really?" said Mom.
And Fox went across the street.
"How nice of you, Fox," said Mrs. Ling.
"Mom made me," said Fox.
Mrs. Ling got into her car.
"I do hope they behave," she said. "I can handle them," said Fox.
"They're just kids." Mrs. Ling drove off.
"Hot dog!" yelled the Ling kids. And they went wild. "Stop that!" cried Fox.
"Come down from there!" cried Fox. "Quit it!" cried Fox.
"I don't have time for this!" But the Ling kids would not quit.
They did just what they wanted. Fox had to get tough.
"I'll tell your mom!" he said. The Ling kids got very still.
"We'll be good," they said.
"Why don't you go play in the backyard?" said Fox.
The kids liked that idea. "May we play with our new balloons?" they said.
"I don't see why not," said Fox.
Fox went back to playing rock star.
"The girls will love this," he said.
Suddenly he had an odd feeling.
The Ling kids were up to something.
Fox ran into the backyard. "Come back here this minute!" he cried.
"Bye-bye!" the Ling kids called out.
"Oh, no!" cried Fox. "Their mom will kill me!
I'll have to catch them!" He climbed the fence.
And he fell right into some mud, tore his brand-new blue jeans,
tripped and stubbed his toe, and ran smack into Mrs. O'Hara.
Then Fox got a bright idea. He climbed up to a very high place.
"I'll grab them when they float by," he said.
He tried not to look down. Fox didn't like high places.
But the wind carried the Ling kids right back home.
"What have you little darlings been up to?" said Mrs. Ling.
"And just what have you done with poor Fox?"
