Oh, Donald dear, please lend an ear,
A lesson from the land up here.
Where winters bite and moose roam free,
And maple flows from every tree.
We mind our business, calm and kind,
But don’t mistake a peaceful mind.
For when provoked, you’ll come to see,
We stand as strong as any be.
Our pucks will fly, our geese will chase,
We’ll freeze you out with poker face.
Our bacon’s crisp, our wit is dry,
We say "sorry"—but don’t ask why.
So tread with care, and heed this rhyme,
No need for walls, no need for crime.
For Canada, though soft in tone,
Defends its own—just ask the throne.
So shake the hand, don’t start the spat,
Or face the wrath… of a really mad cat.
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