"Nothing's perfect," sighed the fox. "My life is monotonous.
I hunt chickens; people hunt me.
All chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike.
So I'm rather bored.
But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine.
I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest.
Other footsteps send me back underground.
Yours will call me out of my burrow like music.
And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread.
For me, wheat is no use whatever.
Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad.
But you have hair the color of gold.
So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me!
The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you.
And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat..."
♫
I hunt chickens; people hunt me.
All chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike.
So I'm rather bored.
But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine.
I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest.
Other footsteps send me back underground.
Yours will call me out of my burrow like music.
And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread.
For me, wheat is no use whatever.
Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad.
But you have hair the color of gold.
So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me!
The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you.
And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat..."
♫
