More on the fox less on the huntsmen

Lets dwell for a moment of foxy
he lives in the place he was put
He has a family he has his children
And lives very much hand to foot
His home is the forest and the fields thats his place
Marked out and given his scent
And he lives there and dies there forages sometimes
And all of his time is well spent

Lets dwell for a moment on those tory toffs
In their big four by fours and the like
Their big hairy bellies and 50 inch tellies
Rarely do they ever hike
Through foxy’s forest or up through his fields
Unless they are out on their hunt
Then its the whole team of red coated arses
And 35 hounds on their punt

Think of poor foxy heart beating faster
Than any of those fine huntsmen
Off through the forest he runs like the lightening
He always wondering when
Some of the hounds will catch up with him
And how will he now get away
With all these shenanigans going around
This sadly could be his last day

His vixen is torn from her earth maybe so
The terrier men just might try
And tread on his babies with a smash of the heel
And all of his offspring will die
His vixen well she will be disembowelled where
She sits thats the fate so we hear
Hunters are murdering scum that is all
When a foxy, does appear

Why is it some toffs are ready to kill
Psychopaths getting one hell of a thrill
Out of destroying wild life part of the scene
Part of what makes this country so green
An integral part of the forest today
The mammals the birds and the whole verdant sway

Enter the Cameron types the elite
Who once rode a hunt trying to compete
With foxy a four legged wild boy who knew
His way around the forest and obviously drew
Conclusions that foxes were better off dead
Gutted and dried out and hung on a shed
Ignorant toffs the countryside mob
Who really know how to work their great gob
As to their knowledge of forest and dale
They get lost in Asda hot on the trail
Of the check out for that is whats happening now
Is it no reason really why we have such a row

in this beautiful country that fails to regard
The badger the Hare and the Fox all as starred
The Deers and the wild forest creatures we know
The wild birds the trees and the green plants that grow
Why would they care about such things mundane
With their thoroughbred horses and complete disdain

Thats just it they don’t fucking cAre not at all
For the hunt saboteurs or tree huggers ŵe fall
Along way behind them down in the sod
Worth riding into and over by god
Tally ho we can hear them and foxy can too
So repealing the hunting act just will not do
Its up to us all to fight this one and say
If you vote to kill us then boy will you pay