In Ottawa, did Fidel’s son
A vaccine mandate introduce
Not thinking it was over done
Nor that in the longer run
A back lash would produce
And let us cry, Beware! Beware!
The great big rigs; the horns of air!
Now repent thou vain elites!
And forgo masks, forget the jabs
Unchain the ones within the cabs
To bring produce and beefy meats
Scatter feathers rounds him thrice
And spread his skin with holy tar,
For he hath taken it too far
And we'll not let it happen twice.