Trail hunting

Its all a big con
A way, around
The Hunting Law me thinks
decked out in
Their clobber
And a few warming drinks
They have clambered up onto their
Thoroughbreds
hounds
are a yelping
A trail
is laid
Convinced they have grounds

Some Badger setts blocked
And the hounds are away
They got the scent and excitedly
Its their foray
Into the forest flora and Fauna
Pulled up scuppered and torn
A right old furore and whats it all
for
The huntsman of course and his horn

The Hunting Act 20O4
Banned all this nonsense
But they
Are in with the toffs in with the cops
And some well they just get away
With damaging countryside
All around about
Wildlife too feeling the shocks
Councils are waking up
Landowners too
Horses and ewes and some flocks
Of birds yes the life force
Of Forests, Woods, fields
Hillocks and vales
Suffer from amateurs jumping the fences
Besides its illegal
These trails
Where Nothing is positive nothing at all
Watch their fat arses leaping over some wall
Prison time waiting arrest them
I say
And if they keep at it
Guantanamo Bay!