Hunts who should be closed down permanently

Flint and Denbigh Hunt
Are after people
To help them hunt
To keep their hounds from barking
They say it’s worth a punt
Going out with others
Looking for a fox
Training hounds to chase them
And kill them
The saboteurs are out there
Watching all the time
Those vehicles without number plates
The terriers in time
Kept inside the carrier
Members dropping fast
Why do people train their dogs
To be ket out and to blast
The countryside for foxes
Wild souls who are there
They live and feed where they were placed
And breathe the wilder air
Living in earths whole families
Part of nature they
Precious little beings
At the back end of each day

And grown up decked out savagery
Clad in country cloth
Go chasing around and killing
They themselves a behemoth
An illegal blighter transfixed
And sparingly
Taking the loony army
To chase uncaringly.