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There was a duck upon the fen,
eyed by a fox in the glen.
Dusk came, the time was then,
but the duck’s alerted by a wren.
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The hungry fox returned to the den,
the chanced missed for what he does yen.
Morning comes the fox climbs the ben,
from its peak he sees a pen.
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In this pen the tasty hen,
not just one but eight or ten.
The time was now, if not then when.
The fox is wise, it’s in their ken.
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Though overlooked, the ken of men,
the fox still hungry but gained some Zen.
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