The fox was mean and green
It's true colour was not seen
And it never rained at home
So the fox always got to roam
But one day it left home, not so bold
And the skies, predictably, just poured
The fox was now no longer green in color
Oh! What a bother!
The world now knew the fox well
And that was the fox's death knell
PS: Babbling....under the pretext of poetry. ;)
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