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Oh my God it’s that time of year

The time when foxes live in fear,

It’s the season of the hunt

Where societies wealthy runts,

Take to their horses

Let the dogs chase down their prey.

Oh my God it’s that time again,

Where they tear through farms,

Riding through the countryside,

In search of the fox,

Who hides in fear

Especially when the dogs are near,

Because they know the consequences 

They will be ripped to pieces.

Oh my God they are shocked,

When others take to the fields,

Pull them off their horses,

Do what they need to do 

To disrupt the hunt,

Where the sound of the horn

Signifying the start of this savagery,

People gonna fight back against this barbaric tradition.

Antiquated and from a time, 

That should be long gone,

People gonna fight them

To stop what’s going on.

They say it’s pest control,

They say it keeps foxes in check,

But it’s a sick sport that needs to be stopped,

Murder of the innocent

Carried out in the countryside, 

Because it is isolated and because their crimes are hidden away,

Oh my God it’s wrong,

Oh my God it just isn’t right

And if they want to carry on the hunt

They better be ready to fight,

Because we are standing up

For the foxes right to live.