Fox's Cunning Strategy
In a tangled old forest, where brambles entwine, Lived Foxy the Fox, with a mind sharp as pine. The animals gathered for the Great Berry Bash, A feast in the glen— but guarded by Crash! A grumpy old bear, with paws big and mean, Hoarded the bushes, his belly between. "Who'll get us the sweets?" the creatures all cried, Foxy grinned sly, "With strategy— I'll be your guide."
Foxy sat still, tail curled 'round like a map, "Strategy's secret— a clever fox trap. No charge and no chase, that'll end in a growl— We'll think three steps ahead, make Crash the bear howl." He whispered to Rabbit, "Dig under the thorns, While I distract with a song full of horns." The plan took its shape, like a web spun with care, Cunning and crafty— beyond all compare.
To the glen Foxy trotted, with a whistle so sweet, "Dear Bear, oh Bear, won't you dance to my beat?" He capered and pranced, with a tail-flip and twirl, Crash grumbled low, but his toes started to whirl. While the beast boogied blind, Rabbit tunneled below, A burrow for berries— quick, sneaky, and low. Strategy's steps, like a game well-played, Turn foes into friends, in the cleverest way.
But clouds gathered grumpy, with a rumble and pour, Rain turned the tunnel to mud— oh, what more! The burrow caved in, berries tumbling free, The bear spun to see, with a furious spree. Foxy thought fast, no time for a flinch, "Roll out the berries— let's make it a pinch!" He nudged them to roll, like a game of marbles grand, Strategy shifts— with a wave of his paw hand.
The friends dashed in quick, paws full of the prize, While Foxy led bear in a chase full of lies. "This way, old fellow— a honeycomb hive!" The bear lumbered after, barely alive. With berries in baskets, the forest folk fled, To the glen for the bash— what a feast to be spread! Cunning strategy, flexible and fine, Turns rain into rivers of berry divine.
Crash the bear huffed and puffed, then stopped with a snort, "Tricked by a fox— what a humiliating sport!" But Foxy popped back, with a bow and a grin, "Join our great bash? There's plenty to win." The bear grumbled soft, but his tummy did rumble, Strategy shared— no more cause for a tumble. He lumbered along, to the laughter and cheer, Cunning for all, drawing even the bear.
The glen glowed with glee, berries piled high and sweet, Animals danced with their paws full of treat. Foxy raised toast, with a berry in paw, "Strategy's sparkle— without any flaw! Plan with your friends, think ahead with a wink, Cunning's for clever, not cruel or for shrink." The bear clapped his paws, the forest rang true, A bash born of brains— for me and for you.
From that merry mishap, the wood learned the art, Of cunning strategy, straight from the heart. It's plotting with purpose, with twists and with turns, To solve every snag, as the wise fox discerns. When brambles block berries or rains wash the way, Think three steps forward— seize the clever day! With friends by your side, and a plan in your mind, Strategy sings— of the successful kind.
As moonbeams meandered through branches so high, Foxy dreamed deep of the next strategy sigh. More bashes to bash, more bears to befriend— A fox full of cunning, without end!