Rabbit Stew

I came across a little piece of poetry the other day, it must have been first written about the time the rabbit population exploded out of control during the 1900s. While the New Zealand bureaucrats of those times sat on their hands and waffled continually that it was the other fella's fault
This piece in the form of a cleverly written food recipe, depicting how a fictitious cook would go about putting all the ingredients together to form an outcome.  Of course this was written, with one objective in mind, to have a dig at bureaucracy.

Rabbit Stew  A recipe for disaster

Ingredients:
First, you will need an untamed landscape
Fragile topsoil's_____ mountains grand.
With a sea of of silver tussock
Rippling gently across the land.
With the special sort of beauty
The Mackenzie Country fills
And the wrinkle necked merino's
Silhouetted on the hills
The bronze dog on the foreshore
Gazes outward from the lake
Does he wonder how our masters
Can repeat an old mistake.

Method: 
Take the Pest Boards and disband them
Give the power to far off MAF
Hear the politicians waffle
As they compound gaffe on gaffe
Watch them take away assistance
As they talk of user pay's
While the swarms of rabbits gather
In their most prolific waves
Eating everything before them
Realizing man's worst fears
Annihilating eco-systems
That have stood a hundred years.


Result:
The tussock's almost disappeared
The land's a cloud of dust
As precious top-soil flies away
In every nor-west gust
Our rabbit stew is on the boil
And it will overflow
Unless the country as a whole
Prepares to 'spend' the doe!
Our high country is dying
While the rabbits run amok
And bureaucrats in Wellington
Forever pass the buck!