Out of the pen,into the box
Out today hopefully his first fox
The breedings right, the works been done
From the old bitch, her only son
A known sett, its not that deep
A handy dig to earn his keep
The collars on away ye go
Into the earth to meet his foe
A bark is heard hes in one spot
The battles on, this cant be taught
Hes working well, nice and steady
Time to get the shovels ready
0.8 it says on the box
A handy dig to his first fox
The clay is soft and soon wer through
Him and his foe come into view
Hes done his job, and done it well
Will he keep it up? Only tim