Cameron tells it like it is

Cameron tells us he loves us
We are the fox hunting mob
We love to hunt all the foxes around
As many wild families we rob
The cubs of their mother and father
It’s all about culture you see
How is it spiteful to chase down a fox
And tear it to bits callously

The pain of a created animal
Bitten and wrestled till they
Have their limbs
torn off Their bodies
Their screams and their shock
Soon gives way

To a silence criss crossed
By those demons
As hostile and hard boiled are they
Truthfully very hard hearted
Soulless too if I might say

Cameron saw fit to do this
Announce to the world of his joy
They swung the votes in his favour
And labour it seems did annoy

And it seems that the Tories
Drew pleasure
From hunters illegality
If it wasn’t for sabs in the field every time
Less foxes would have been free

Despite laws despite provocation
Despite running dogs far and wide
The crack of the whip
Giving a slip
And catching them they have denied

And despite a majority saying
Its wrong to chase foxes around
Still they are up in the saddle
And galloping over the ground

It shows me, that Tory judgement
Is failing the eighty per cent
Those who know hunters are arrogant slobs
And actually are not content

With watching these laggards
Now riding
Hare coursing fox hunting louts
Terrier men just tell me when
If you are in any doubts

So they made the difference
To Cameron’s score
Blood lust and cruelty
And tell me more
That’s to be proud of
Just seems to me
That he wasn’t wise
To have them to tea

Tally Ho Tories
Blood on the ground
The clatter of hooves
In the sinew we’re drowned
Our wild souls should never
Be hunted for fun
In this wonderful countryside
Under the sun