The hunt
The so called posh types, insensitive
Horses and hounds, them too
All abused by these fat cats
Who believe the rules it’s true
Don’t apply to them
Oh NO
Hunting is their thing
Whip the horses
Starve the hounds
This is what they bring
Into our beautiful countrysides
Foxes hares and Deer
Out on earth with added worth
Wildness they all Cheer
All of us their living spaces
We believe to be
Something we are keen on
the animals living free
They are never victims
They improve the lot
Of people who live
in towns and cities
All of us have got
These truly wonderful beings
Around us everyday
left to live and enjoy themselves
For actually that’s the way
The degenerates who
Scoff themselves with
Red meat when they can
All out hunting, and torturing
Foxes really man to man
It’s combat with the wild folk
Spreading blame around
Getting hounds to chase them
On and under ground
Hunters are an anathema
Their arrogance it stinks
The animals are wild and free
Their lifestyles are the links
We have with habitation with naturalness&care
With enjoying the emotions
And Of offering up our care.