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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548564" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>City Fox, Country Fox</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox envies his soft, rural kin: <br>They don’t have to watch out for lorries and cars.<br>The sleek village vixen just lazes away<br>In wide-open fields, underneath sparkling stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox has to go out in the light<br>When rustical Reynard sleeps safe in his bed.<br>He only pops out in the midst of the night<br>To pilfer some poultry from his chickenshed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox struggles to keep himself fed; <br>A diet of leftovers doesn’t go far.<br>Whilst eking a living is all he can do, <br>Arcadian diets are like caviare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox scratches in bins for his food<br>But, out in the country, his cousin lives well<br>On rabbit and pheasant and other fine game<br>Whilst rough, tatty townie recoils from the smell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox wears his dull coat sparse and thin; <br>His privileged relative sports rich and red.<br>He sleeps in a cosy, warm, luxury earth<br>And not in a dingy, cramped, waterlogged bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox hangs his tail limply and sad; <br>He carries an unbristled stub of a brush, <br>Whilst proudly his brother wags, bouffant and brash, <br>His tail, fully furnished with fur long and lush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox seeks for our sympathy, but<br>He thinks he is safer by living in town<br>For out in the country, they shoot and they hunt<br>And life can be dangerous, if you are brown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox chooses to live where he does<br>Away from the huntsmen so pretty in pink<br>As, shouting and chasing, they gallop along<br>With hounds in the vanguard who jostle and jink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city fox laughs at his lazy, fat aunts<br>Who, chased by the beagles, soon run out of breath<br>And give up the ghost and surrender at last<br>In terror, awaiting a violent death, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But city MPs have abolished his fun<br>By banishing hunting to history’s book<br>And so his soft sisters are safe as can be<br>While his life is hard; they have all the luck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=C.+Richard+Miles">C. Richard Miles</a><div class=q>
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They don’t have to watch out for lorries and cars.
The sleek village vixen just lazes away
In wide-open fields, underneath sparkling stars.

The city fox has to go out in the light
When rustical Reynard ..."></div>
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