[starsailor]

I'm sat by the computer
Sipping Tea by the way
It's really very English
A rich tea and Earl Grey
Maybe I'll have a Sandwich
On a Wedgewood plate
Then talk to the hunt master
Over the garden gate
And ask him why he's hunting
At an hour that's this late
You will not find the foxes
Hiding in the park
They do not hide in shadows
For everywhere is dark
So turn your horse for home my friend
It seems foolish nay not right
To go out hunting foxes
In the middle of the night