A FOX TRUSTING PEOPLE br br I br br Foxes stared obliviously before they ran br The sun craving indulgence let them br Of all the piece they were but charming fellows br Falling into place by going and coming br br II br br If women were, as they say, as foxes br And have vixens they would be worth following br There will be another along surely br Even in this spinning time and space br br III br br Oh, trust me, perhaps not they say br In the wide, wild black infinity br Who is god they menacingly ask? br As they rob to seek their poor riches br br IV br br You can’t trust them they say to us br With that wide, wild black indifference br Yet for the asking they have then gone br So, we don’t bother them br br London.