Foxy

To the fox who left his earth today
To the vixen his partner who
To his cubs perhaps he went for food
And ended up in stew
The HUNT was out
The toffs were riding
The hounds were hungry, they
All were togged up
In their best
For it was Boxing Day

Hungry hounds excuses
Abuses all the way
They chased him
And they caught him
His entrails and parts all lay
Frosted every which way
A father will not return
A wife will be heartbroken
And the cubs will never learn

Their fathers fate
Until it is their turn
When the ugly horrors ride
And set their hungry hounds on them
And when they are caught

Its all denied

they were following a trail
The law is an arse where fox hunters are concerned