Where are the great once upon a time hunters

Once upon a time
South Africa was famed
For Peaches Pears and Apricots
Pineapples rich and sweet
Melons Ginger wondrous conserves
Truly hard to beat
A positive respect for farming
On goodly fertile earth
Producing exceptional produce
Exports of great worth

Times change of course
And farmers saw less respectful times
Politics brought into play
Not so many rhymes or reasons
To be growing
The trade died for a while
And switched over to the harvesting
lions yea off the dial
One of the big five
The great King of the Beasts
Breeding them and caging them
Artificial feasts
Of lots of frozen chickens
Boiled no wild game, they
Found their families split up
And the babies taken away

Naive volunteers employed
Imported from near and far
To look after the babies
Cuddle them, they are
Nurtured by these youngsters
Who fail to see that they
Are being used and so abused
All along the way

The grown up Lions caged
Ready
For the foreigners with guns
The so called hunters
Being hoodwinked
Oh yes tons and tons
Of would be trophy hunters
And canned hunters as well
Bagging Lions witH little time to spare
It is pure hell

Conning would be business people
With caged up drugged up souls
Nothing wild about them subjected to controls
Of feeding life and death as well
The business in full swing
Excellent margins all unnatural
And of course does bring
Profits into being
Taxidermy too
Hunters buy a package
And kill members of the zoo

Trophies sent back home
To where the so called hunters live
They can brag to friends there
Their ego’s they can give
A pumping up impression
As the bones go to the East
To Vietnam for Tiger Cake
TCM the beast

Tiger cake no tiger though
Lion bones just the same
Mixed up with local Monkeys
And Tortoise shell
The claim
Of course that it is Tiger cake
The wildness shining through
When in point of fact
It all artificial
Lions kept in a zoo

From A to B
Its false its criminality
The wondrous land
Is so abused and the Lions too
Actually
Wild Lions not a lot of them
Caged lions loads and loads
The Trophy hunting foreign creeps
Littering the roads

An Boris and his fair lady
Are asked to have a think
lions are being sacrificed
And are on the brink
Of dying out the business
The criminality
Of canned hunting and trophies
Must be banned effectively

Stop this vile disdainful stuff
Despised by those who care
Clearly they lack principle
And must be more aware
The trophy hunting infidels
Must be banned for they
Are adding to the market place
Which cannot be the way

So many too refuse to recant
They carry on
And probably will do this
Until all Wild Lions are gone
No regrets and no remorse
Inveterate and hard
Conscienceless and unrelenting
While the trade is being scarred

We call on Mr Boris and his lady fair
To stop this awful nonsense
At least to be aware
Of what is truly cruelty
And criminality
Indiscipline and self indulgence
And amorality.