Its Happening in England
On our green and pleasant land
Truculence and cussedness
Who can understand
The misanthropic monsters
That trap and hunt and kill
Thousands of our wild life
And are doing it still
Their arrogance is sky high
Their brutality is too
Where our Children run and play
These grotesque hunters Do
Their filthy deeds in their hundreds
Foxes badgers they
DiG a pit and layer them
So the stench draws souls their way
And alL around each stink pit
A focus of disease
Are traps and lures and cages
Its Supposed to be a tease
Attracting other animals
The stench its Carrion they
Draw other victims to the traps
There has got to be a way
Of finding these vile human beings
And locking them in jail
Bring back the whip and stroke their arses
I bet that will not fail
That will stop their antics
Ts got to and we must
STOP these bloody huntsmen
For their positions they disgust
They believe they are above the law
And actually it appears
TheY are wheres the constabulary?
We have sabs many in tears
Who, are the wild life warriors
Attacked and sworn at they
Suffer criminal damage to the person
Every day
These so called toffs need taking down
A few pegs
If you ask me
They are Nothing but scumbags
Many drunk and shouldnt be
Riding horses anyway
The cops are never where
You need them thats for certain
Which is Why, I despair
Many men of title respected in the town
The HUNT is so important
When they are going down
All clad in their livery
With the hounds and clippety clops
Its heritage they reckon
And they reckon they are the tops
In fact they are simply felons
LAW breakers everyone
Chasing foxes with their dogs
Or deers or hares
Its done
They need a bloody hiding
Leave our wild souls be
God alone is their master
Who created them for free
To live in the wild places
And not be hunted by human beings