Mr. Speaker,
A minister rather naive, Oh, could you so truly believe, Cries, "Death waits in the heart of all bries",
So, must we banish from table all cheese, That from raw milk be made Or 'tis a great price to be paid.
But unlike the cheeses he pleases to Chase from our meals, The minister himself is not raw.
Quite the contrary, he's well overcooked. His death-to-cheese plan in Quebec is not brooked.
Our society distinct, Will put up a stink,
Against this project most sinister, Unless you withdraw it, oh minister. Let hear it whomever it pleases, We cry, "We'll not go without our raw milk cheeses".