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'' Methinks The Animals Would Rejoice ''
As royalty lecture us on animal life,
For their survival we must show concern,
The day before they're causing wild boar strife,
It's shot deer for dinner they yearn.
What they call hunting is murdering for fun,
The animals don't stand a chance,
Blasted to pieces by a twelve bore gun,
But don't dare make a song and dance.
While they are allowed to kill and maim,
Their hypocrisy must be maintained,
Survival of the species is their favourite game,
Ones character must not be stained.
They hunt and kill to keep the creatures alive,
That's what they'd have you believe,
By murdering their prey the rest will thrive,
They'll tell you that animals don't grieve.
Watch a group of animals when one of them dies,
They'll go into a state of shock,
These so call experts then pedal their lies,
Your mind they then try to unlock.
How dare they lecture us about conservation?
While blowing helpless animals apart,
They're obviously suffering from an aberration,
As they tear out another innocents heart.
We are all living creatures no more no less,
Everyone born has the right to live,
Killing in nature is part of everyday stress,
Murdering for sport you cannot forgive.
If they choose to hunt then let's even up the score,
No guns or weapons of choice,
Hand to hand combat with that wild boar,
' Methinks The Animals Would Rejoice '
For their survival we must show concern,
The day before they're causing wild boar strife,
It's shot deer for dinner they yearn.
What they call hunting is murdering for fun,
The animals don't stand a chance,
Blasted to pieces by a twelve bore gun,
But don't dare make a song and dance.
While they are allowed to kill and maim,
Their hypocrisy must be maintained,
Survival of the species is their favourite game,
Ones character must not be stained.
They hunt and kill to keep the creatures alive,
That's what they'd have you believe,
By murdering their prey the rest will thrive,
They'll tell you that animals don't grieve.
Watch a group of animals when one of them dies,
They'll go into a state of shock,
These so call experts then pedal their lies,
Your mind they then try to unlock.
How dare they lecture us about conservation?
While blowing helpless animals apart,
They're obviously suffering from an aberration,
As they tear out another innocents heart.
We are all living creatures no more no less,
Everyone born has the right to live,
Killing in nature is part of everyday stress,
Murdering for sport you cannot forgive.
If they choose to hunt then let's even up the score,
No guns or weapons of choice,
Hand to hand combat with that wild boar,
' Methinks The Animals Would Rejoice '
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`` Methinks The Animals Would Rejoice ``
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