1. Who after me shall lead,
Or with them hunt the gazelle fleet?

2. Who shall slay the sly fox and stride
Through the door of grace when darkness spreads its sheet?

3. Who shall lead So-and-so to So-and-so
And slink away like the wily fox?

4. Dead is she who probed hearts with her tricks,
So the icy heart you see tossed and turned.

5. When mischief was afoot, its tap she would trace,
Fleeing like a startled hare through space.

6. When night wrapped its wing in dark embrace,
She crawled forth like scorpion from its lair.

7. An old hag she was, though her cunning art
Approached you with every captivating flair.

8. In her qualities perfection found its part,
For elusive is a thing sought with care.