Repealing the act is pure arrogance

The Tories themselves are finding it hard
That Cameron’s light blues are marking his card
Standing their ground
After the blood
Of the hooves in the sod
Of the hounds in e flood

The wild boys instinctively baring their teeth
The vixen the cubs
The countryside too
Worthy of protecting
For all that they do
Going out killing
Is not without stress
Their bloody red tunics
Who will redress

The balance, will Cameron
And the toffs who
Believe in the hunt now having to do
What labour banned
Bring back firey red
Tally oh stuff the sabs
The fox must be dead

The hunting fraternity
What do they vote
Who do they stand with
Are they afloat
To the issue before us
Those who would chase
An innocent wild thing
All over the place

Cameron’s theory is arrogance here
He thinks he can kill foxes
And put the fear up badgers
That his theory his way to go
But it’s not what we want
Oh no sodding no
We love the wild countryside
And the wild trees
The grasses and copses
And wild birds and bees
We know that the foxes
Create wood and hill
And by hunting them out
So much blood they spill

Cameron wants to take note
For we say
Get off your arse
And go on your way
Rabbit and badger
Foxy and hare
We want you always
To live and to share

Go on your way David
Sherry and all
Leave the wild foxes
To answer the call
Of the wild of the dark woods
And green fields that sigh
We must keeps the ban
In place
And not let them die