The little red fox. Kay Kyser. . N'ya, n'ya, n'ya said the little fox. N'ya, n'ya, ya can't catch me. N'ya, n'ya, n'ya, said the little fox. Singing merrily. The little fox ran through the
She walks through the corn leadin' down to the river. Her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun. She took all the love that a poor boy could give her. And left me to die like a fox on the
