The Hunter in The Trap.

There´s a story goes around,
And it´s partly true, they´ve found,
Though there are of course the cynics who will sneer ;
It´s about a hunting chap,
Had his foot caught in a trap,
And he lay there in an agonising fear.

He thought the game was up,
And was squealing like a pup,
When a queer old horde of animals arrived;
As they gathered round the hole,
And the poor demented soul,
He was praying for his life to be deprived.

All the sins that he had done
Shone as brightly as the sun
In the mind of that poor hunter in the lair:
But the creatures simply stood,
´Twas as though they understood,
And they didn’t put a claw upon his hair

As the minutes drifted by,
And the hunter didn’t die,
Well, he gained his wits and had a look around;
Every living beast was there,
From the tiger to the bear,
And the elephant just looked him up and down.

Now the sight before his eyes
Filled the hunter with surprise,
But the greatest shock of all was still to come;
And he thought it was a joke,
When the wise old lion spoke
On behalf of all the others who were dumb.

We would like you to convey,
Said the lion to his prey,
A message to your folk from all of us;
We´ve been watching you for years,
And it´s caused us many tears,
For you really have been making quite a fuss.

To the jungle we were sent,
And quite willingly we went,
For we knew that you were badly needing space;
We watched you digging drains,
Irrigating desert plains,
You were really going ahead at quite a pace.

For a while to us it seemed
You had found some kind of scheme
That would let us share the earth in peace and trust;
But now, by jings, it seems,
You´ve forgotten all your schemes,
And you´re going to blow the planet up in dust.

But before you set the flame,
We would like to make the claim
That the planet doesn´t just belong to you;
And if you´re a bit depressed,
We are not the least impressed,
And prefer to wait till kingdom come is due.

But we seriously feel,
That on hearing this appeal,
You´ll decide it´s sometimes foolish to be ¨brave¨;
Then the animals and man
Can devise some kind of plan
To share the earth and not a common grave.

If among your numbers still
There are those that want to kill,
Even though is should amount to suicide;
We respectfully request
That you do you level best
To distribute them with phials of cyanide.

When the lion had had his say,
They released their hunter prey,
And he hopped it in a jiffy through the trees;
And although his foot was sore,
He had never run before
As he did then, and he reached his home with ease.

Now the moral´s very plain,
If you´re ever hunting game
Try and watch wherever you may go;
Don´t be like our hunter friend,
For he nearly met his end,
And it left him with an awful painful toe.