Fitzwilliam hunt

Its made up of toffs and the well to do’s
Established since the year dot
Now isn’t that great news
The Fitzwilliam Hunt
All above and beyond
The great Law of England
Of which we are fond

The hunting Act spelt out
Hunting with hounds and chasing the fox
Was so out of bounds
Not the scent so out of the box
And what I hear
You killed a fine soul
It got disembowelled
Under your prime control

That represents a sin in my mind
The cambridgeshire constabulary
Hopefully will find
With the sabs own video
That what you have done
Is broken the law
To have your bit of fun

A blood sport as such
Is an ugly affair
You get all excited
And so unaware
That foxes have lives too
Not covered by you
We know you are toffs
And of course well to do

But that doesn’t mean you are outside the law
It just means when you kill the fox
It is war

So we shall be watching
What comes of this case
The first hunt is over
The true human race
Would glare at your movements
And that Brer Fox was killed
Torn apart by your hounds
And so much blood was spilled

I hope the police
Are fair and you pay
At least 20 thousand whoppers okay
You are too big for your boots Thats for sure
And that dear little fox
The world did ignore
Died in much pain so that
Slobs just like you
Could impress the ladies
Because thats what you do