Oh family of foxes, in the green grass I do not see you as I pass... But I know you're there with your tails up high Standing tall mid the summery sky.
Your flowers of gold and coppery rust Burst from your bulbs with a mighty thrust! Like torches illumining the day and the night Lighting the garden with with fiery might.
Flowers growing from bottom to top Honey bees drinking they never do stop! Gathering pollen and fiery fluff For sweet golden honey, that magical stuff!
And then when the flowers do fall to the ground The seed heads will form tight and round, Holding a secret, inside each one A golden gift from Father Sun. The seeds they will sleep, in dark winter nights And dream of the flames that will burn so bright. When summer returns and the bees they will fly The foxes will run with their tails held high!
Foxes and bees and coppery flames Foxtail Lily! How I love your name.