the howling of the vixens
Had pierced the hearts of some
Landowners who realised
Their wild folk
Far from dumb
Loved living on their precious land
Amongst the tall trees high
But all hated the hunters
And the way their horses fly
Over fences over walls
Like banshees on a chase
Frightening every living soul
That happens to be in place
And so the man from H & M
A Swede we understand
Has 19000 acres
Of wild and gorgeous land
So incensed by so called hunters
Noisy nasty narks
And has banned their ugliness
From, all his precious parks
In Wiltshire Berkshire and Hampshire
The hunters have to see
Huntings banned on his land
For an eternity.