They are out there a chasing
\nGuts drooping with Turkey
\nLet\u2019s feel sorry for the horses
\nBearing up to their weight
\nHow many I wonder
\nGulped Port at their table
\nAnd woke up this morning
\nHoping the fate
\nof the red fox
\nWhose hoping to find a meal
\nObviously
\nWandering wild in the forest
\nNow where
\nThese huntsman parading
\nBy really not aiding
\nThe wild life around these parts
\nExcept with despair<\/p>\n
The sabs will be out there
\nHunting the hunters
\nBiding their time
\nAs the horseman ride by
\nThe squirrel men cometh
\nExpletives and worse
\nBoxing Day meets
\nIn the pub afterwards
\nKnocking back fino
\nIt feels like a curse
\nAs for the constabulary
\nIf their on duty
\nChasing the hunters
\nWill not be their thing
\nDrink before the night before
\nNobody\u2019s checking
\nLand rovers everywhere
\nWhat\u2019s it all for<\/p>\n
Far too much dead flesh
\nMince pies and custard
\nChristmas cake cognac
\nAnd chocolate as well
\nThe gift from Nature
\nA fox drawn and quartered
\nBy a pack, of hounds
\nSeemingly all from hell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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