Beagles

A Beagle farm in Yorkshire
From B&K who feel
Its right to take these
wondrous dogs
And farm them
Are they for real?
A breed of such perfection
A scent hound, if you will
Trackers sensors, intelligent
Strong, well of course until
The “white coats”
get their way with them
Experimentation rules
Because their strong
and seldom sick
Sacrificed so fools
Can Farm them up in Yorkshire
Blood money so to say
All will become guinea pigs
And with their bodies pay

The corporate world has money
And can buy life just like that
And experiment
behind closed doors
For that is where they are at
To the Right honourable Mr Pickles
It is happening in his patch
Beagles beautiful babies
Farmed batch after batch
I beg him to remember
all life is sacred and
Farming dogs is a step too far
On our green and pleasant land.