(Hatchet & Spade)  The foxes ran into the fields  Where the corn had been growing all year  Nothing was left  It was razed to the ground  There was left not a solitary ear  The foxes ran into the vines  The time for ripening near  But within half an hour  Every grape had turned sour  And it wasn't a very good year  You might guess that this wasn't a ploy  Which the foxes would wholly enjoy  For they'd scamper about  Just to put themselves out  Thus increase the amount they destroy  (You get my drift ?)  The foxes ran into the groves  The Philistines feeling well chuffed  For their crops had done well  But their faces soon fell  When all of their olives were stuffed