A Fellow Wanderer

Hail, sly, witty fox.
I see you are very much awake.
I ask that your wits and cunning I could take.
For the question needing answered is in need of wits.
I do not have them for my mind has been found many pits.
I am Glad that the Lord has given you to us, the human race.
For if you were not here, I would be lost forever, I greatly fear.

I wish I could speak to you longer.
But I see you, as well, like to wander.
If only we could wander together but no!
We have different roads to travel, mine high, yours low.
So I say to thee cunning fox, may your flaming feet never tire.
May the Lord teach you things you would take back to your brethren.
Goodbye!