Their mission statement
Reads that they
Think of you
And it is their way
To use coyote fur which will
Keep you warm in fact until
Knowing this you reach their hell
Trapping animals then to sell
Canada Goose the trademark here
The pain and torture and the fear
Of wild souls slaughtered selfishly
With no account for them we see
Openly arrogant Dismissing their need
So as to make money
And just succeed
Vile and culpable
Refusing to see
Their involvement
And insanity
Their malpractice
Their misdeed
As the coyote souls do bleed
They are the wilderness children who live
In the hostility and who have to give
Much to surroundings we feel we share
Trapped and killed so unaware
Of the need they have of creations course
Their ignorance displayed by force
The excuse they make for humans who
Want the coldest conditions to get into
And to all survive the arctic blast
That why coyote fur is cast
Coyote’s live where their god said
And they stay put no one led
Them anywhere else they are true to their place
Its the trapping scum thats a disgrace
Working for Canada goose astray
Their amorality fuels our day
Their lack of conscience breaks my heart
With their worthlessness how do we start
Debauched and rotten
to the core
Infamous and shameful
for evermore
Anyone believing the crap they spout
Anyone really in any doubt
Look at the coyote trapped and torn
Wishing above all he had not been born
Losing blood and feeling pain
The agony of life again
Egregious tormenting louts
Leaving the angels with lots of doubts
How I feel for the wild ones
Vermin they are not
The trapping men are the ones who have got
Low life blood they should be shot
They are already out of control
Leaving a wild one bleeding there
Pulling and harming
its so damned unfair
Man un kind the lowest of low
Canada goose we don’t want to know
Go on advertising telling your lies
As another wilderness child now dies
He screamed blue murder he bled like hell
But no one heard him until he fell
Forward arching his back in pain
Knowing it would happen again and again