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Once more unto the breach dear friends

And so the hunt saboteurs put the brutality to an end,

And these asinine twisted women and men

Were thwarted in their wish to kill a fox again,

And on it will go because it’s callous and wrong

And the hunt saboteurs will always stand strong,

For this is killing for pleasure and it can’t carry on

And they will make sure the numbers of foxes killed are none,

At least by the hand of the hunt

These upper class ignorant brutalising runts,

Who has no compassion for life and seeks only the thrill

Of chasing down defenseless animals they can kill,

The sort of mind that wants that is Ill.