Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound, For in my windy valley yesterday I found New born foxes squirming on the ground - Speak gently. Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow. Her feet within a trap, but blood upon the snow, The four little foxes saw their mother go - Walk softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh give them no alarm; As I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm - Go lightly. Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane; Nuzzling one another and whimpering with pain, The new little foxes are shivering in the rain - Step softly. Lew Sarett ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------