Hunters

They're wicked creatures
They cause death to the innocent
I've always wished a helpless cow would peck their race
They all act like my teacher
They think they have a fast pace
Yet they act so bent

If you were to describe a hunter to an alien,
You could call them a type of demon-
Only even the stupid people believe in their existance
I want to throw at them, a javelin
They act so dense

Even though I don't believe in it,
They shall all go to hell
This green planet shoudln't contain those creeps
They make me have a fit
The dead chickens can't even peep
We should bang their heads with a bell

They are bad
Let's boycott them all
They deserve to be turned into a pie
They make me mad
DIE HUNTERS, DIE!
And "all" rhymes with "crawl"