

The fox put the cock in its box Time went by, the key was lost The sun slept close to its cozy host Assuaging the rage of the pending frost A coat of fur can help inure One to the pain of the cold endured Free from fleas and shared disease A cocksure cure for the love obscured A soporific anodyne Soothes the moods like fortified wine Joy in its cradle, drowsy and sated Foundered its peace when the storms abated