Farmer's Lament

As I walked out in the Streets of Bobcaygeon
As I walked out in Bobcaygeon one day,
I spied a young farmer, all dressed in plaid flannel
Dressed up in plaid flannel, with a few sprigs of hay.

"I see by your outfit, that you are a farmer,
You've been shopping at Whites, not at Getaway Gear.
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
Come into the pub and I'll buy you a beer.

"I came into 'Caygeon to pick up some groceries
and just heard some news that we missed in Glenarm:
We're losing our Councils, becoming a City.
If this is a City, then what of my farm?

"The wails from the calves on the first day of weaning,
The stink of manure when it comes from the barn -
Just wait for the bylaws from new City Councillors!
But I'm a young farmer and mean them no harm."

So beat the drum slowly and play the pipes lowly
And give this some thought as we sound the alarm:
Just where will Macdonalds find beef for their burgers
When no-one's allowed to keep cows on a farm?