the silver fox goes leaping
through the evergreens and glades
whilst the hunting hounds are baying
for his blood they feel they've paid
with there lords and all ther masters
so pretty in there pink
but the silver fox is smarter
its no waste of time to think
with his infinity of craftiness
far more than sleight of hand
hes really not concerned
if they fail to understand
that for ther eidea of fun
he'll lend no helping hand
so whilst the need for his survival
they may not appreciate
he was gone before they came
and from afar can look and wait
his all he had to give
but he knows the reason why
for he who by the sword does live
will one day surely die

(i am not as you may gather a fan of teh hunting fuckwits!)