On my way home I met a fox  called ginger,

she had black and orange fur with a tail as white as snow,

she had claws as sharp as knives,

In the day she was an ordinary schoolgirl

and then at the night she changed into a vicious fox.

She would hunt for fish, rabbits and voles,

and would take these back to her pack.

Beware of the Foxgirl, she may come after you.