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Farewell Maple Syrup, my sweet friend!
On your dulcet joy, I once did depend,
But Canada's stockpile will need to mend,
Because thieves heisted lots of liquid gold -
$30 million worth is what I'm told.
I want to help make sure that kids,
Don't have to fuss or flip their lids,
Because their mom could not afford,
Liquid gold which they knew not to hoard.
Careless Canada should not feel bad.
I was planning to diet. I am not mad.
I won't be having waffles or pancakes,
Nor dripping syrup on my oatmeal or cornflakes.
I will not need sauce for any french toast.
I can skip drizzling gold on top of my pork roast.
I feel for my 'neighbors', high up north. I know,
These mishaps are the way 'things' sometimes show.
I will let you get going - syrup stealers to snare.
Coping with this type of market must be tough to bear.
Perhaps it is now sold as 'homemade'? (It happens.)
For what it's worth, I feel your pain and so do sales of napkins.
Watch out for guys named Rosco and those with Hamburglar style!
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