Fox
Oh, sly fox,
so quick and smart,
you never stood a chance,
right from the start.
Chased by so many,
such a long way,
by those that kill
and call it play.
Ripped to pieces
by a blood thirsty pack,
that are trained
to chase,kill,attack.
If only things would turn around,
let the fox be left by the hound.
Bring in a new law...
A Total Ban,
let nature be,
as much as we can.
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