Running for its life
The fields seems so long
Foul dog saliva chasing
From a horse driven throng
Poor fox knows the outcome
The game is a nasty affair
It's jumps over the bushes
To escape hounds without a care
They sniff into the brambles
And bark a sweet delight
Their prey is completely cornered
As it cowers with fear and fright
The rest is just all history
Another successful hunt
They trot back to the club house
With the killer at the front