Blowin' blowin' gone in the wind
With apologies to Bob Dylan
How many logs can a man cart away
Before someone sees that they're gone?
How many trees can be snatched in plain sight
Before there's a space on the lawn?
Yes, how many timbers can just disappear
Before you can tell something's wrong?
The answer, you see, is down in St. B
There's a fort guarded by Cheech & Chong
Yes, how many poles can a thief take offsite
Before he will fill up his van?
Or maybe he sent them downstream on the Red
Like a freshwater beachcomber man?
Yes, how many times did the Festival staff
Fail to notice Gibraltar got sacked?
The answer my friend: They ain't seen nuthin'
No one noticed they got lumber-jacked
Now how many times can a festival ask
The feds and the province for cash?
And how many times will a grant be approved
To attach some old trees with a lash?
Now what will the folks at the festival do
In the future when they buy more logs?
The answer ain't hard, 'cause it's in the cards:
Fort Gibraltar needs un chien de garde
Adapted, poorly, from Blowin' In the Wind, written by Bob Dylan in 1962.