Don Zorro

With a coat of medium gray
And cunning without hassle
Among grass and thickets
He's seen and escapes on a trot
And sometimes like a worm
Thin ambles Mr. Fox
Other times even the color
Of the skin looks beautiful

And he walks with a shiny back
And a keen appetite
Demonstrating with courage
That he's a clever animal
At night when he screams
Making the pack howl
It sounds like a laugh
That the wind knows how to carry
As if wanting to show

That the frost doesn't scare him
Cunning and a walker
Terrible for the lambs
And if near a chicken coop
He finds the sniffer
It's certain that the worst
The rustler won't take
Sometimes he tracks the lion
Because it always kills something
And pretending to crawl
He follows it at a trot
To have a feast
With the remains and the paws

He eats partridge eggs
Birds and turtles
The skunk doesn't scare him
And he eats it like a delicacy
Wanting to show that
He outsmarts the furry ones
I don't deny he knows how to fall
Into the traps of the trapper
Where the poor creature
Sadly knows how to perish
Times when they used to sell
The leather for good money
His instinct for hunting
From tail to head
He has shown with greatness
Because once he catches
Capable of killing himself
But he doesn't let go of the prey
And so they will survive
Like the flower of the thicket
Running from the lowlands to the hills
And in flights of a hawk
I've introduced you to Juan
Or better said, Mr. Fox