I’m a very rare and special foxee, neither young nor old
But I’m not often seen, because I’m not very bold;
I am swift and elusive, only materialising briefly I am told
In the most extreme weather, when it’s painfully cold!

I nap throughout the day, in my cool dark den
Until the moon rises high, over the arctic fen;
Then I come out to play in the snow again (ah-gen)
Catching snowflakes in my coat, but avoiding men!