It's a whole different scene for an urban fox, at least in Harlow:

Old Daddy Fox went out one night,
Crossed the road by the old street light,
He spied a bin and he laughed with delight,
"I'm glad that I lives in the town oh..."

He opened the bin and he searched around,
And a tasty curry he quickly found,
And a half-of a chicken weighed a couple of pouns,
"Oh this is a mighty fine town oh..."

Old Mother Flipper Flopper got out of bed,
And out of the window she stuck her head,
Crying "John, John, there's that fox to be fed,
The fox who lives in the town oh."

So John came down and he opened up a tin,
And he gave the fox the meat that was within,
Saying "We can't have our Foxie a-getting too thin -
He's the best fox in this town oh."

Daddy Fox went home to his cubs and his wife,
With a bag of food, and they didn't need no knife,
And they never had such a supper in their life,
And they said "It's a mighty fine town-oh".

Oh the Fox he lives in his foxy den
Along with the little ones nine or ten,
"Oh we're never going to go back to the country again,
We're much better living in the town oh."