The black Rhino

The circle of life
His words never mine
He went out to Namibia
Where they enshrine
The rarest black Rhino
Supposedly who
Was beating up other Rhino’s
So what they do

Is ask a great hunter
A killer of souls
Who has a spare fortune
And needs those controls
In place to go hunting
To murder and kill
A real angry bull
Its vast blood to spill

Why would you do that
So this charlie, Knowles
Can go for that trophy
Assessing his roles
As champion killer
With a trophy to store
But Delta said sorry chum
Not Any more

We are an airline
Dead trophies no thanks
If you have the cash
Go to the banks
Charter an aircraft
Do what you will
But no shipments via us
Now ever will

Leave for where ever
Blood money it be
You take your law suit
And jump in the sea
With your 500 nitro express
You put an end
To Africa’s rarest
Our Black Rhino friend

For one and half years
He planned this great kill
Two shots and the Rhino fell
And it never will
Open its eyes to a wondrous blue sky
Or charge some mad hunter
For now it does lie
Never to shit on Namibian soil
Never again would its precious blood boil

With two bloody bullets
Lodged in its heart
And this bloody hunter
This sodding upstart
Smiling all over his face
In such glee
Till Delta said no way
It can never be

And I say to Delta
Its just good on you
You have got class
That much is true
We have to stop these people
Plundering earth
dead animal earthlings
Are Of very great worth