Follow the tracks that race through the snow,
Follow them quickly where ever they go.
Through snow and through ice a pattern is traced,
Yet with a flurry of flakes the footsteps are erased.
Over hills and flat land the prints can found,
On slippery ice and snow covered ground.
To whom they belong is a mystery it's true,
But here for you all is a tiny white clue.
He's small in his build but brave as a bear,
Cross him when he's angry and you'd better beware.
A thick coat of fur that resembles a cloud,
Has him stopping and standing ever so proud.
It's there for a reason to protect from the cold,
When he's off on his travels being so bold.
He's friends with a guy named Mr Polar Bear,
It's here in this place that a home they both share.
He has other friends like the seal and wolves too,
An out in the Tundra is the place he once grew.
Can you guess who it is? With the white flowing locks,
Thats right it's our friend the small arctic fox.