Natural England’s and its undoubted arrogance

A show of force
Where wildness
Exists I have to say
Resulting to Draconian Laws
Can never be the way
Natural England’s policy
An intolerance to ducks
Persecuting Mallards
Honestly it sucks
It lacks all understanding
Of creation and I’d say
They may think they are masterful
But it’s a coercive way
Of handing down a sentence
On the innocent and we
Should close down
This bunch of idiots
Who have a history
Of killing birds
Our feathered friends
With such severity
Inflexible where business sits
It’s harassment I see
Cyclists and cafe owners
Need to get a life
Such haughty nannyish behaviour
Is causing so much strife

Wildness is a quality
People make me sick
Cyclists who the hell are they
Do your arithmetic
They have no say they do not pay
Taxes around about
No road tax and no licence fee
Yet they exert some clout
They indulge themselves
Of Being ignorant
Of wild life and we should
Put them in their place
For education could
Help them realise
That ducks and other birds
Should be
Protected not just murdered
Because they do walk free
They of course nest close to waterways
And cyclists who go
For pleasure to these areas
Must share the ebb and flow
We all love ducks and wild fowl
It’s what life is about
Ever tried to create a duck
A miracle that out

And needs it’s place
We share the air
And should share the countryside
If a business has a eating space
And cyclist come to share
Wild life has the right of way
Respect those that are free
Uncontrolled uninfluenced
By man who is unkind
Selfish wants to colonise
The wild souls then I find
It happening it’s based around
Ignorance and we
Should try to disentangle
Ourselves from what we see
It reminds me of the fairy tale
Of the ogre who believed
Birds were just a nuisance
So built high walls
And achieved
His wish the birds all left
His garden was soon bare
When the birds and bees
Accept the squeeze
Then there is nothing there

For any of us nothing
It’s a malady we cause
Ostrasizing ducks and geese
And some don’t stop to pause
Cracking eggs deliberately
As demanded by
Natural England’s misguided twerps
Not really knowing why
From Bedfordshire and Suffolk
It’s where the laws are made
It’s where there’s lots of cyclists
And upon their heads is laid
This wholesale, this brutal
Murder of babies still in shell
The unhatched innocent offerings
We offer them a Hell
And it’s not just ducks I understand
Over the years we see
Moorhens curlews linnets
Skylarks tragically
Mute swans kestrels
Ravens all suffering because
Human beings really are
Purloined of all that’s true
It’s to do with wealth and money
That has to be the view

Faeces in the serving areas
When people come to eat
People feed the ducks you know
Feed them from their seat
Wild souls suffer greatly
For the prodigality
Of the ignorant
For wastefulness
To a squandering degree
Is commonplace and wildness
Needs respect now everywhere
The insouciance and apathy
Of the cyclists who share
The wild places and ought to
Know their place for they
Are coming closer to wildlife
Off road so to say

There is a wave of nonchalance
A dispassionate display
And all these bodies
Think they have the answer
But the way
They go about ignoring
The wild folk who should be
The most important elements
Not end in misery
And it’s terrible to contemplate
A river without ducks
A littering of humans
Yes this picture sucks
I’d rather see a naked lake
lost in a seasons charm
Than swarms of noisy cyclists
Who instead of good cause harm

We have to get our facts right
Give the wild folk a break
Creation is the miracle
It’s us who are the fake
The tedium of concrete
The monotony of life
Some escape from soulless suburbia
And strife

Some breaths of fresher air
For wildness brings it’s calm
To venture into woods and vales
And not cause any harm
To imagine we as cyclists
Have the right to say
Wild ducks should be shot at Dawn
If they get in our way
As for Natural ENGLand
A body of fools me thinks
Sat inside the concrete WiFi ridden
Seldom blinks
Listening to the whiners
Too many it appears
Who really should be made to witness
All the wild ducks fears
To imagine ducks and drakes out there
Their eggs smashed in their nest
Creation was the gift of life
A higher god knew best
But now we have the cyclists
And cafe owners who
Want to do their business
And earn a pound or two
Want to share the sights and sounds
As long as they stay away
Allow the crumbs to be dropped about
Every single day
Of course wild folk will come along
To feed it’s common sense
And when the ducks relieve themselves
That the atmosphere grows tense

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