The Hunted Fox
The Hunted Fox by Denis Briggs
Why do they chase me?
What have I done?
I hear their hounds baying
I know I must run
Their horse’s hooves thunder
Their wild cries I hear
I'm frightened they'll catch me
And they'll smell my fear
If they do catch me
They'll tear me apart
And their children they'll smear
With the blood from my heart
What did I do?
To warrant this hate
But feed my children
And protect my mate?
They've killed my father
My brother my friend
Now they will chase me
Till my life they end
We don’t kill their children
We never chase them
So why is it us
That they chose to condemn?
So now I must run
And let them give chase
Though stones rip my feet
And thorns tear my face
If I survive
I hope in the end
One day I shall find
Just one human friend
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