Not all that far from Scarborough
North Yorkshire
all those moors
Belonging to the Duke of Lancaster
Where there are scores
Of wild souls still frequenting
And One such most rare soul
Was seen being killed by someone
Whose precious life they stole
It was said to be a goshawk
A very rare bird here
Not far from Two homes rigg
ABronze age settlement
Where history was made
A cage trap And a killing
Degeneracy it played
Out it seems such wickedness
On the slippery slope
Innocuous and unworthy
Already hard to cope
Without some hardened sinner
A good for nothing git
Who in cold blood
Relieved it of its life
With a sudden hit