There once was a small baby fox
His mom and him went for a walk
It was warm so he tried for socks
He did not have time for shoe talk
“I'm a big boy, I don't need shoes.”
He says to his mom when she scolds
“You may be big, but can still bruise.
You'll hurt your paws, do as you're told.”
She said it was going to rain
But he wanted to race the sun
Before she could say to remain
Up and away he went to run
(P.S. a rough draft design for the fox.)