Why do we keep killing these wonderful creatures.
Running around on four legs hunting, black and brown fur
You can hear them at night or day, beatiuful creatures on this earth
Always with family, giving love and protecting the kids
So wonderful and sweet, why can’t humans be this sweet and generous
They were here first before us, don’t you know, they help keep the earth balance
No need to hunt them, they’re scared of us they won’t hurt us
As long as we don’t go near them, we’ll be fine
Everyday they’re getting hunted and killed, why are we doing nothing
We can change this, at night you can hear the cries for help but no we just sit down and do nothing
This isn’t right, what would Steve Irwin say to us
Come on let’s make the change, you can hear the howls of the night, long cold nights
They’re being hunted for their fur, and because people are idoits in this world
Why do we need their fur? We got we need, blankets and pillows
Men just think they need to have a trophy but don’t they know that just because they killed them don’t them manly
Makes them look so selfish, hunting is pathetic and worthless
Even today people don’t see what they’re doing,
We’re treating the land like crap, open your eyes and see
And hear the howls of the night
Cries for help and cries for pain, please don’t hurt me
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