Foxy my friend

Contempt for the law
And wild life and more
Hatred of foxes
Rich toffs who wear
Their gear and go riding
With trained hounds they share
They torture their dogs
Starve them and so
They run after foxes
To eat yea we know
Both godly souls
Created to be
Part of the wild life
To live wild and free

Man is the anathema
The repugnant fool
Clad in his hunting gear
With His clarion call
To ride as a squire
To look down on us all
As peasants before them
To accept their rule

Hateful toffs most of them
Guzzling booze
Crashing through countryside
Just awful news
Hunting with hounds
Is against the law
But top brass are riding
Its not for the poor

They put up this smokescreen
Taking the piss
Dragging the trail
Its what they call bliss
On into their sunset
Pretending to be
Trail hunting
Its garbage
As those with eyes see

They are killing foxes
And causing me pain
gardens and church yards
It is insane
Where are the coppers
They ought to be
Banging them up
Their deceit
Bothers me

Its clearly obvious
They are the rogues
Pomerol wagou
Barbours and brogues
Fining them thats no good
Slapping their face
Over the local rag
Its the disgrace

Its the embarrassment
That just might mean
They stop killing wild life
And ruin the scene
Trail hunting smokescreens
If it were not
For the fox hunting angels
The sabs who have got
Terrible rancour
And expletives and pain
From these toffy nosed toffs
With less than a brain