you should have hid it from your kids
how that crow thumped your long noses
and crackle in your faces
blowing raspberries at you
yet you call yourselves hunters
armed to the teeth in lies and deceits
crouching behind the white washed fence
your kids see it all going down
do you reckon they are proud of you
or forever to be visited with the fact
a crow pecked your noses
blew raspberries at you
and cackle in your faces
and you left wondering
why they never amount to much