text:  Well, then old mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed. She ran to the window and she put out her head. She cried, John, John, the great goose is gone. The fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o. John, John, the great goose is gone. The fox is on the town-o. Well, then John, he ran to the top of the hill. He blowed his horn both loud and shrill. The fox, he said, I better flee with the kill. They'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o. The fox, he said, I better flee with the kill. They'll soon be on my trail-o.