The Fox Hunt
All horses and hounds alert,
when the horn blows!
The chase is on, where to?
Nobody bloody knows!
Illegal is the sport,
everybody is on edge.
A fox runs for it is life,
as a horse is whipped over a hedge.
The law stated clearly
that live fox hunts were banned!
They ignored it because animal rights
in their mind do not stand.
Their other way around it
was to capture the red fiend.
Then instead release him later,
claiming he had not just been freed.
‘He was simply in the way’ they say,
‘the dogs picked up the scent!’
‘Can’t tell em to stop you see,
they will not listen or relent!’
Drag hunts are an option,
but of course this will not do.
Blood-lust is their poison,
as is destroying the land they run through.
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