I’m off to the great land of snow;
Of Barenaked Ladies – Trudeau.
Of Mounties, ice-hockey;
Of peaks high and rocky,
Where moose bellow, and blizzards blow.
Where people freeze most of the year,
But are, so they say, of good cheer.
Where beavers are hairy
And grizzly bears scary.
(It’s mainly the beavers I fear.)
I’ll fit in quite well – so I’m told.
It’s much like Australia but cold.
The folk are no fatter;
Our mountains are flatter;
They’ve more maple syrup – less gold.
Yes, Canada’s calling to me,
Like that old Nelson Eddy movie.
It’s a love song I’m hearing;
Soon I will be peering
At Canada’s fine scenery.
{back in a few weeks}
