Foxes have Holes

Let the fox have his way, the crying Fox at every drop of the hat.

A river of tears overflowing the banks now, flooding throughout the streets.

Bring the jugs and buckets, fill it with tears  and pour the tears back into the ocean because the teary-eyed  Fox has not ceased  from crying.

Come out to the pasture oh you lazy fox , Come out to the fruitful land and plow.  The seasons of harvest awaits not for the slothful.

The grapes at the grapevines are fallen from its stem at every wind blow.

Come out of your little hole,  you lazy Fox and work.

If not, by tomorrow you will be eating  sawdust,  the fruit are falling at every moment.

Stand in the Sun and tilt your ground, water the plant and rake the leaves.

Come out to the pasture,  oh you lazy fox, all the fruits are ripe for the season .

But the fox waits on, the holes where the fox lives is quite warm and cozy .

I have meat for the morning and for the night  says the lazy fox.

The day seemed as the same as before, the land will continue to produce good crops.

The land will never be desolate,  every season will always yield it's crops. 

But the sun did came, scorched the crops, the fox now at his hole, nothing for today and nothing for tomorrow.

The work is at the field, the laborers are few.

Foxes have holes, but the Son of Man, has nowhere to lay His head.

Let the laborers work their ground for the Son of Man comes with a reward.

Let the fox sleep; for tomorrow will never come.