Cecil’s head

An anti poaching memorial
Is to be erected by
Zimbabwe
Its old Cecil the greatest Lion
That there could ever be
Palmer cannot get his greasy fingers
On the prize
And it won’t be hanging on his wall
As he will realise
Cecil’s, head was salted
And stuffed and it will be
In a glass case
An anti poaching glass case
All will see

Palmer he will go again
No one can keep him down
He is a lousy trophy hunter
And in his own blood he will drown
Karma is going to get him
The lions have made a pact
When they catch that bastard
And they will and thats a fact

They’ll inspect his teeth
And bite his throat
And then discard him
For he
Stinks! no Lion will ever eat him
They will watch him die
And be

Happy that dear Cecil’s head
Will not be
Gathering dust
In America
Where that Palmer lives
Who fills us with disgust

Lured dear Cecil from the park
And shot him with a bow
Then let him suffer for hours on end
Then shot him as we know
They went back to eat and drink
Leaving this soul in pain
Trophy hunting dirt bags
Creatures of the drain
The clutter of the gutter
The evil of the night
Not worthy of the same breath
That Cecil shared alright!