Hornbill and the hunters testicles

A Hornbill in Malaysia
Met a sticky end
Hunted by some so called jerk
Who then tried to defend
His reasoning for doing it
Because the shoot was rare
The needlessness the audacity
Of course it wasn’t fair

The chap was over confident
Overambitious too
You can’t go killing hornbills
With nothing else to do
Murdering such a species
It’s clear that you will fail
And hopefully you will be caught
And spend some time in jail

For an endangered species
Uprightness is the thing
People running around with guns
What is it going to bring
To the world at large
But evil shame and ofcourse disgrace
And this confounded idiot
Of the low life Human race

Well thankfully he bragged about it
Told the world at large
Thought that he was clever
He sought no camouflage
He a venal mercenary
With little in his head
Not a brain to speak of
His soul more or less dead

Yes a typical hunter man
Who has no care at all
Living animals tragically
Mean nothing to a fool
Gun them down like crazy
And photograph the dead
Brag about the great success
And then go off to bed

Awaiting fame and fortune
And wavering loyalty
From the ammunition salesman
And the RFA you see
Trappers and gun salesman
Clobber for the shoot
So many bloody hangers on
When you expose the root

And now this little pip squeak
They will put Away
For at least five long years
That way he will pay
Every night the hornbill will
Return yes in a dream
And bite his fucking testicles
And we can hear him scream