The Fox of the Hotel
Untroubled by the cruel courtesy of airs, the Fox retreats to its Rockville lair. Satisfied with breakfast in bed, He trots back to the lobby with a renewed lust for the approach, Taking a moment not to alert the passers-by, he shows none of the bushes in which to hide. Letting go of past lesser haunts, while listening to the rain, when will the others see you again, Oh Mr. Fox of the Best Western? 'Till then!