Pheasant shooting

Those vandal pheasant shooters
If you could only recreate
Such a beautiful specimen
But all you do is annhilate
Despoilers of creation
Toxic lead you fire about
Destruction is your mean salvation
I have little doubt

Wildness and the weakness
Their vulnerability
Debilitated enervated
October through to February
Toxic lead shot everywhere
£40 per bird it costs
To spread the lead
Around and in
Streams and ponds
And woods and fields
Really it’s a bloody sin

Lyme disease on tics
It happens
Toxic lead it kills
It happens
In rotting birds
Now dead

Stop these idiots shooting pheasants
Spreading dead birds near and far
35 million left to roam
Feed the Fox
He is my STAR