Cameron and the badger boys

David Cameron likes his hot pork sausages
And likes beef burgers
And his turkey steak
Badgers he’s been led to believe
Give cows the heebie TB
And on that
crap alas
Well for his sake

The farmers are a bunch of corporate people
Probably went to Eton years ago
Now they get their dosh from raising
Cattle
And killing them
And selling them you know

The husbandry is awful at this moment
And a little wild soul
Who happens to share his space
They are black and white
And They come out at night
With not a lot to say
And a disgrace

They live in setts
And have lived there
Since antiquity
Cows were then introduced not long ago
Taken from green pastures
And stuck in some inside barn
It’s The concrete stall alas you know

Their calves are killed
So we can guzzle
Back their lovely cream
The heebie TB it’s a free be
And more than it would seem
The badgers boys knock on their door
And the cows bow down and kiss
And the heebie TB
Passes. Yes that is how it is

Happening in the countryside
And badger boys must be
Hounded and gassed
Or shot at dawn
In a natural symphony

That plays out in the hedgerows
And the badgers boys know why
They are the voiceless innocent
And of course they have to die

The politicians listen
To the ranting of the few
Who have a lot of dough ray me
And, know what to do

And without a leg to stand on
Hippies with guitars
This is now how they see us
Hugging trees and wishing on stars