As I was ridin in the ud

I tells me self as life is gud,

A ridin up the well worn track

Made there by fit from way, way back.

Made there by man with horse and tack

With muscle strong and aching back,

They cross now throughout the Dean

To show where horse and man has been.

I ride along and contemplate

But soon my calm is in a state,

There is post with emblem on

And what it means is very wrong.

It says thee cossant ride no more

We've bent the rules and changed the law,

Us bureaucrats we have said no

So incomers may freely go.

They've turned up here with loads of dosh

And pulled their jaw and talked all posh,

Authorities they all give in

The babbling tongues make their heads spin.

When first they come they like ti well,

But soon they changed, if truth to tell,

They want to change the status quo

And say where we should come and go.

now 'cos them Nimbies worrit on

The posts spring up with crosses on,

But they don't really understand

What makes them paths and clears the land.

There's places now throughout the Dean,

Reults of this is clearly seen,

The tracks that once were kept quite clear

Are now impassable I fear.

If boar wuz tacked and ridden round

A new consensus would be found,

As more outsiders moved on in

To ride a pig would be a sin.

The boar just now are all OK

They're ownerless so cannot pay,

They tear up verge and forest track

But signs for them we sorely lack.

And so these folks who horses hate

Say not a word about the state

Or verge and track and forest floor

They have a blind spot, I am sure.

So Butties with an equine friend

Let's take a stand ourselves defend,

We'll stand as one and lobby too

And make this nonsense a Taboo.

– Anon