He was no longer wild here,

From being squealed at by fox-lovers;

He would just let them tame him,

Play-bite at worst, for fun sleepovers.





We called him Darth Cutie,

Relished in his beauty.





Dark side of law enforcement, Tara;

Don't sit brooding, use the fox, Eric!

Your dear baby we all still adore,

From dead body he'll become relic.



