A Year with Littlefoxy

In springtime, Littlefoxy plays,
Through blooming fields and sunny rays.
He dances under skies so blue,
With flowers bright and morning dew.

In summer, Littlefoxy shines,
Beneath the sun, among the pines.
He splashes in the sparkling streams,
Chasing butterflies in dreams.

When autumn leaves begin to fall,
Littlefoxy hears the call.
He jumps in piles of red and gold,
The crisp, cool air never gets old.

As winter wraps the world in white,
Littlefoxy's eyes are full of light.
He snuggles by the fire's glow,
Watching softly falling snow.

Through all the seasons, every day,
Littlefoxy finds a way to play.
With a heart so full and free,
He brings joy to you and me.