Hunting foxes

It is true that today I got up,

I am thinking about what I did and did not do yesterday.

It is also true that I detected,

without seeing some little foxes.

They are small, clever and fast,

They reach most heinous cause damage.

And now I see them cringe

and actually I understand what I deserve.

It is true that sleep is one of them,

which has come to me without support,

or a crazy adventure that is true,

I can hit the stars.

And I have discovered,

how bad things always come to smell,

without leaving that dead fly,

small recklessness does stink.

I also got to realize,

of this yeast as harmful,

a sin that seems to hurt,

but it corrupt the whole mass.

And there, after getting up and thinking,

detect, view and analyze;

Clearly and forcefully concluded:

It's time for a strong hunting!

It is time to clean the mass,

It's time to hunt foxes,

It's time to sweep the house,

It is time to draw flies.

It's time to be productive,

It is time to aim,

I will not be lenient,

and I have to hunt foxes.