The terrier men

The images of romance
Chubby cheeks and play
Bully boys on quad bikes
Having it their way
Their terriers in boxes
Ready for a fight
Saboteurs best be ready too
For everyone’s up tight

People bashing hoodlums
Fox baiting below ground
A vixen gone to earth
Her worth
Panting not a sound
The terrier men are at it
Their fight is on and they
Often get torn to pieces too
And are also made to pay

It isn’t just the foxes
The terriers taste blood
Their nuzzles torn a’sunder
And all pulled through the mud
Stitched up with a sewing needles
It’s all been done before
And theres no anaesthetic
Used in this here war

These terrier men go everywhere
And callously provide
Protection and direction and inspection
Far and wide
Foxes are not vermin
But that’s the line they take
They duck out of court cases
For the hunters sake
it’s all a sordid business
Cubs and vixens alike
Can feel the wrath of angry dogs
And men on the quad bike

Ripping over forests floors
Tearing through a glade
Up through someone’s garden
The hounds all on parade
Skittish yelping maddening
The hunt is underway
The Tory toffs are jumping
And the hunt has got to pay