Coloured flights
And lilac bow
A sweep of hair
And down below
A wolf lies sadly
Killed by you
Haven’t you better things to do
In the sticks
A rotten smile
All made up
I feel the guile
Probably stuck behind some tree
You shot a wild boy tragically
You have no idea
What you have done
A predator lies in the sun
His victims will run away
And eat themselves silly on plants today
Just your act
Will change the field
Will change the plants
And they will build
Into a most unnatural place
Where you dare never show your face
For your fun trip
What you have done
Is kill an animal on the run
Who knows what that means to him
And his family on the rim
Camouflage its pure deceit
An uglification not a treat
A kind of gargoyle in the wood
That truthfully is far from good
A misbegotten ghastly rose
Unaesthetic in repose
A blemish on a country scene
A psychopathic sad machine
Why go out in the forest and
Search for children to join the band
Of victims shot between the eyes
And talk about them in your lies
Your drollery it makes me feel
That honestly you are not real
Where is your feminine spirit why
Did you lose the nurturing
From the sky