[Verse 1a]
The dust dies down the hunt moves on
The thundering hooves and the hounds are gone
A pregnant peace descends upon
The blithe bucolic game
[Verse 1b]
They sweep past in a swathe of red
You'd swear blind no actual blood was shed
And at the ditch they all stop dead
Frozen in mid-frame
[Chorus 1]
See them now on chocolate boxes
Once they've airbrushed out the fox's flight
Quaint honour burning bright
And our time will come again
[Verse 2a]
Your 'phone won't work far from the Green
The masts are few and far between
There's violence felt but seldom seen
So red in tooth and claw
[Verse 2b]
So put away the guns and lamps
Make sure that there are access ramps
And in case of rising damp
Get sandbags for the floor
[Chorus 2]
Garden gnomes flying aspidistras
Dangling rods at their Koi mistresses
A pond as small as this
With marvels yet untold
[Middle]
Look for new names in the churchyard
Thousand-year-old yews on guard
The chasm's short but still as wide
Now they all insist on going inside
[Chorus 3]
Premium rates for the mausoleum
Bury them where the poor can't see them hide
Eternally cross-eyed
Interred the wrong way round
[Chorus 4]
There's a fibre-optic raceway through which
Data's running pure and true and cold
The tide's too strong to hold
The flood of fortune down