Mine Hill Harry was a fox,
And a very smart one, too.
He lived for years on Ox Bow Farm,
And knew just what to do.
He’d lead the chase of all the hounds,
He planned his own defense.
He was so smart and seemed to play,
He even ran across a fence.
I’ve seen this fox up in a tree,
Looking over all the hunt.
The hounds went off the other way,
And Mine Hill Harry they did not confront.