Goodbye Australian Cat

Look at yourself Mr Hunt! How can you be trusted. Appalled by indoor comments of a prisonary view. Native species fade through the mass destruction of our lands, Yet you in the veil of science Conserve a ruthless plan. Poison takes on innocents Have you not learned life's lesson To see myxomatosis ravage, rage and burn in the devil's reflection. Yet you. Oh no! Yes you Believe that what you do is best For future preservation, to ensure your culling's met By eager fools in genocide On the islands of your shore. The year 2020 you will celebrate I'm sure. But me and others like me We grow older by the day Bardot tried to implore you In an intellectual way. Blighted by your lack of vision To impose a steady hand, To inject mass steralisation That would retain you as a man. The slow death and the shooting, Toxic meat wrapped up in plunder. Roll up. Roll up conservation In the land we call down under.