Squirrel Men

Out in the forest
No one about the
The squirrel men
Quietly
Are in no doubt
Blocking up holes
Spreading the fear
Cantankerous arse oles
abundantly clear

As to What they are up to
Aiding those who
Break laws hunting foxes
That’s what they do
Quad Bikes to the ready
Terriers aboard
Shovels for digging
To get their reward

Cubs how they shiver
When parents are out
Foraging and hunting
It’s what life’s about
Wildness their world
Up against the foe
The hunters skivvies
Who are part of the show
Cub hunting evil
Townsfolk arn’t aware
Sweet little fox cubs
Wanting to share
Take away dinner soon hopefully
The small ring of fire
Waiting patiently

Snobs hunting arse oles
Out just too train
The Hounds out of bounds
Again and again
Getting them worked up
Tasting the blood
So called animal lovers
Who create a flood
Of evil and blood lust
That’s the hunters who
Treat foxes as vermin
That’s what they do
They are the vermin
The country folk mob
Good with their connivance
And with their gob