Don’t believe a word of what they say fox hunting

The arrogance of hunters
The depth of their absurdity
Their overestimation of their own importance comes
With cliquism and snobbishness
And haughty disregard
For other country people
Who they make out are their chums

Nothing could be further from the truth
If only they could see
They trespass over peoples land
And then act most incredulously
Imagining they are welcomed
But that is anything but true
Frightening pet animals
As is their want to do

They ride through land and hedgerows
Chop up gardens too
They are a waste of money
And really what they do
Is cause chaos on the roads
And often on our land
They seem to have an unwritten
Law that only they understand

As for hunting foxes
Their base heart is unsound
They treat an indigenous animal
Who may have gone to ground
With obduracy and stubbornness
Its distressing just to see
How they treat an innocent
As frightened as could be

Present talk of rural sport
From ministers I hear
The countryside alliance lot
Spreading certain fear
Of if the act is not repealed
The countryside is lost
People are beside themselves
Its unspeakable to cost

For Cameron and others
To go along with this
So called bone of contention
There can be no bliss
Engendered in the community
If the act is soon repealed
Its troublous and its shameful
As it often is revealed

Chasing a wild animal
To tear it limb from limb
Is well beyond the pale my friends
It is in essence grim
To stalk to hunt to harry
To frighten cannot be
A pastime of a human being
Who cares consistently

It shows a general grossness
A virulence and blight
An arrant vile unsoundness
That just cannot be right
Its intolerable behaviour
Baneful and accursed
Full grown men on horses
Really its the worst

Its downright dark regression
Society in decline
A wickedness in many ways
Ready to wine and dine
On the back of a dead wild soul
Run into the sod
Its heart beating like the next man
Abandoned by his god

To repeal this act would be awful
And altogether wrong
Its meddling with the environment
Which does not belong
In England or the British isles
Culture it is not
Its so far passed its sell by date
And would end up as a blot

On our legal establishment
For cruelty can never pay
Tearing foxes limb from limb
Can only draw dismay
From every caring person
Who lives upon this land
We ask you all to support us
And try to understand