A rural chase

A suggestion for the countryside alliance
And all those big sods riding in the hunt
Chase your bloody selves around the countryside
Call one of the party yea the runt
Stick a foxy mask upon his boat race
Send him off and chase him till he drops
Set the dogs a chasing
See if they can race him
Race him till he bloody well now flops

Tank up with some bitter or some fino
And ride through peoples gardens “tally ho”
A suggestion for the tory toffs who think
Its good to hunt
Chase another tory toff a right old rural stunt
The countryside would come alive
It could catch on you know
You still could jump the fences
You all would be on show
Your arses in tight jhodpur’s
Your crimson coats would be
Reminding us of blood loss
When you run into a tree
A suggestion for the government
Hunting hunters ought
To Be great sport in the rural setting
Especially when they are caught