It started in a quiet way,
One morning in the Tuileries,
When suddenly a Fox cried out:
"Fromage!" or-as we call it-Cheese.
His voice took on a softer tone,
As he assumed a mannered air,
Just as a gorgeous Crow flew by
Perfumed by eau de Camembert.
Of coures, the Fox-a cultured chap,
Who loved the paintings of Manet-
Was thinking only of the arts,
When, cunningly, he turned to say:
"O Noble bird of golden beak,
Thou whom the Gods do so inspire,
O That a Fox might hear Thee sing.
O come on, Baby, light my fire!"
Her tail a slowly opened fan,
The sultry Crow began to sing
A simple song about amour,
For she loved Paris in the spring.
She drew a wing up to her eyes
And flashed a sleek, black satin gleam;
She taunted with her "String of Pearls,"
And then she began her beguine!
She let a song go from her heart
Unlike the Fox had ever heard.
She called in "Ornithology"
(She was a Charlie Parker bird).
The tale approached a tragic end
When, with a wink, she dropped the cheese-
A naughty thing for her to do
But, as she said, she aimed to please.
The Fox invited her to lunch-
Upon the grass, as did Manet-
"What could be lovelier," quoth he
"Than free-range Crow with Beaujolais?"
The moral: Never trust a Fox,
Or lead him on with baited breath,
For, as we see, fine Camembert
Can lead to untimely death.
published in the Buffalo News, Sunday March 2, 2008