Arrested for hunting

On two occasions a bit of a joke
They go out all
the time
Hunting these folk
Foxes get harried and chased everywhere
Hounds squirrel men horses
And constant despair.

Thuggery and skullduggery
Sabs attacked and thrown
Hammers to the ready the terrier men
Disown
Swearing threatening women
Tyres cut all about
They call themselves true hunters
But for me I have a doubt

The cops need to get on the case
They threaten and they shout
Bovver boys all sorts of tricks
They leave us in no doubt
They want to really hurt us
As for wild life they are bad
They haven’t a clue about Nature
Which honestly is sad

Cottesmore it’s like a war
The heavies oft they try
To upset all our Apple carts
And then of course deny
The really are a lousy bunch
Ignorant they be
They need a stint in the slammer
That’s if you ask me.