LIONS in circus and Chipperfield

Amanda Holden good on her
This morning yesterday
Confronted Thomas Chipperfield
Whose big cat show they say
Is on the road is travelling
Around the great UK
But there is nothing united
About this pastime
I can say

Big wild cats in beast wagons
In cages is an affront
Its all about The business model
And look we saw a stunt
He went to kiss the captive soul
And all he got was pique
This cat doesn’t love him
Who could love this freak

These are so wild animals
Social animals too
Living in the wilderness
With their families
So its true
Capturing them
And tormenting them
In a circus has to be
Likened to a prison
When they want to be free

He says they are not machines
But do not see the world
As we do talk for yourself mate
Where they have been hurled
Into an Environment
That is stressful every day
No live food just chunks of meat
They are made to pay

They are made to entertain
The morons who would see
Who pay their money to watch this
Who cant feel the cruelty
Taken in by the circus crowd
Who demonstrate the pain
Lions don’t Do this on their own
That is why they train

Chipperfield is passed his sell by date
And now he needs to go
Amanda Holden and Fleur Dawes
For once they made a show
Why, they had to apologise
The need was never there
The Lion gave us his answer
Living out of his despair

Circus and all animals
Wild and others too
Should never be in circuses
With all their travelling crew
The three tory toffs who opposed the ban
Should see the cruelty here
The pain and suffering clearly spending
Hours and hours of fear

If anyone should apologise
Its the circus let me say
They export this cruelty
Every single day
Wild animals are wild and should
Be in a sanctuary
Not in a zoo for goodness sake
That not a place to be

Keep profit out of animals lives
For when its ugly head
Is raised without a union
Down the road we are led
Imagine these wild animals
All behind locked doors
Let out to do stilted tricks
For moderate applause

Its hell for them
And we the public
Ought to be more aware
The only trainer in the UK
So retire him on a prayer

The Lion he had the last word
He roared as if to say
Come on just come closer to me
Then I will make you pay
For the vile life you have given me
For the horrible food I eat
For the capture and the purgatory
You scatter at my feet