I know the arguments are complex but it still sickens me to hear of grown men (and women) getting a kick out of slaughtering big game animals. If they love these creatures as much as they say why can’t they just go and observe them and take photos? What’s the point in killing them? Is it to have pictures such as the one above? Or maybe to get a stuffed head on their wall as a memento to show off to their friends? Whatever the reason I don’t see how it can be justified, especially with all the scientific research indicating massive declines in most animal populations through habitat loss, poaching, and various environmental factors. Anyway, for what good it may do, I wrote this song – and, though it’s meant to be humorous, mean every word of it.

 

GOODBYE BUFFALO BILL            

C: Goodbye Buffalo Bill, it’s time for you to go,

No more herds a-roaming on the plains of the buffalo.

 

The lion and the tiger, the elephant and the bear,

The rhino and the antelope, endangered everywhere.

You shoot ‘em in the back, you bang ‘em on the head,

These wild wild animals, you’d rather see ‘em dead.

 

The law of the wild west is all you seem to care about

Blood and guts and thunder – oh boy you better watch out.

From Africa to Asia, all around the Pacific rim,

Wild, wild animals, ain’t nothing safe from him.

 

But soon there will be nothing left, no creatures left to shoot,

Except maybe other hunters, now wouldn’t that be cute?

Men with long range rifles, spoiling for a fight,

Like wild, wild animals – maybe then they’d know what it’s like.

 

To kill or to be killed – only thing they seem to respect,

And who’s got the biggest trophy to hang up by the neck.

Ain’t it a pity we can’t hang them instead,

Like wild, wild animals, bodies full of lead?

 

Some shoot for the fur trade, the ivory or the bones,

All for the love of money we’ll soon here be all alone.

In a world deprived of nature how could not carry on?

Without wild, wild animals we won’t be here for long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s plenty more where they came from gun – fun

and if there’s not who cares?

The last of the big game hunters