Tad Badger is a cadger he cares not for the law,
he wears his mask with pride and wields a mighty paw.
Viciously hunted ‘For what?’ you’ll hear him cry,
his battle is in stealth and he’s known as Tad the Sly.
The cops are on alert, they want to catch the cad
and they’ve put a notice up: ‘Wanted Badger Tad.
He’s dangerous, he’s mean, he’ll tip you in a ditch
Reward: a million pounds, enough to make you rich!’
A cadger can be crafty as a badger cadger can,
he doesn’t need a burgling stick, or a big white van,
he’s moustached all the posters with bits of charcoaled wood
and scrawled on them ‘Beware – search parties are no good.
We badgers are as wild as the fiercest reptile croc
and no-one’s going to catch this wily cadger brock.’
He’s viral now on You Tube and he’s posted on the Net,
his message is exploding on every TV set:
‘You sent in hounds to kill us, you gassed us with your stuff,
a massacre has happened and this cadger’s had enough.
I’m a peaceful type of fellow when my life is left alone
but the big assault on decency has chilled me to my bone.
So, I’ll steal into your homes, put poison in your bogs,
I’ll enlist a barking army of people-fighting dogs,
I’ll have no mercy when I hear your children’s cries
I’ll dig up all your gardens, put fox pooh in your pies.
This talk of cows is bullshit, a dastardly disgrace.
The ones who need destroying are the poxy human race.’
Published in The Dawntreader by Indigo Dream Publishing.
https://www.indigodreams.co.uk
Curly Moon 