The day of the Fox
our crimson tailed friend
the forest wizard
and to them we send
our love and affection
Let them roam wild and free
in the comfort of their earths
loved endlessly
by many whilst others
the wrong ones the low
the hunting monsters
living below
the radar of evil
the slums of before
bloody effusive
we do abhor
the killers
the miserly
the vile vadalisers
so much vulgarity
an offence to our eyes
to our hearts
to our soul
the horrible hunters
all out of control.