The government boys watched for many years,
As the problem grew and grew,
Until it crested the hills around Whistler,
And started to spoil the view.
Now by gosh, that’s serious,
So they’ve appointed a Pine Beetle Board.
Of political friends in need of a job,
To squash that tree killing horde.
They say it’s too late for the forest,
Sprays and chemicals won’t do no good,
So they’re spending the money on airports,
And Innuckshuks, of beetle killed wood.
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