Our beloved Hares

Beagle and basset hound packs
Trained up by
The fat arsed
The slow witted
Hunters close by
Hunting in plain sight
Our beautiful Hares
Floppy eared goddesses
Each hunter scares
The living daylights
Out of them, they
Run like the clappers
They circle away
Chasing our darlings wherever they go
Hares are just wonderful racers we know

Thank goddess for saboteurs
Angels whose wings
Whose countryside logic
And knowledge it brings
Wonderful caring
Beautiful sense
Training the canines
Just shows you how dense

These rotten idiots
Hunters they say
Get up in the morning
Go out out in the grey
The mist and the dew grass
Truthfully they
Need members of the funny farm
To take them away.