Glue traps and song birds

The government of France
Are being told that they
Should get up off their derrière
and let all song birds fly Away
Singing in the forests
In the woods and trees
Hunters in France want to stop
These melodies and please
Themselves by using glue traps
Strong glue on the wood
Wild birds get stuck in it
Imagine that….. we should
Put ourselves into the lives
Of wild birds in the trees
Singing for their supper
Despite the summer breeze
And having so called hunters
Laying sticks of glue
The frustration of entrapment
Vile torture yes it’s true

They say as hunters they have rights
Then we should have rights too
Stick the hunters in the trees
See what they would do
Trying to get themselves free
Their thick skins torn ‘sunder
And there they die in agony
Their lives stolen from under
Their little legs and beating hearts
Death without a reason
These Frenchmen talk of tradition
And I for one shout treason

Foie gras that’s another awful
Tradition and the guillotine
That’s another tradition
In the past there has been
Awful torrid methods of eatIng and killing
and we
The lovers of the singing birds
We say earnestly

Leave the song birds Well alone
Ban hunting with glue
Ban hunting with any weapon
Is the thing to do
Don’t go on about tradition
Chasse a la glu
Non non non non
ROBINS BLACKBIRDS TITS and FINCHES
40,000 a year are gone
By this cruel and crude of methods
France had better see the wood
From the trees and stop this slaughter
The world at large otherwise could

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