IN Oulton Broad there lies a corner,Where children go for fun,It's turned into a place of slaughter,With the criminal on the run.The manager was crying,Someone had been in that night,The animals all left dying,Oh what an awful sight.
IN Oulton Broad there lies a corner,
Where children go for fun,
It's turned into a place of slaughter,
With the criminal on the run.
The manager was crying,
Someone had been in that night,
The animals all left dying,
Oh what an awful sight.
Of sweet poor fluffy bunnies,
Thirty have been killed,
Someone obviously found it funny,
As so much blood was spilled.
Chickens scattered in their pens,
Guinea pigs lay at odd angles,
Body's mauled by evil men,
So many innocent lives mangled.
Birds were let free from cages,
And lemurs left to run,
The funeral list could last for pages,
And each day we add another one.
Animals dying randomly all week,
Staff think it's probably from shock,
It's still the murderer that we seek,
If only they had a better lock.
So many people left distraught,
Just because someone wanted a laugh,
We shall always remember the thought
Of the animal laying in their own bloodbath.
In Oulton Broad there lies a corner,
Where children go for fun,
It's turned into a place of slaughter,
With the criminal on the run.
GRACE PARKER (aged 13)
Hall Road
Carton Colville
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