Canadiana

The colour of her money isn’t green,
For she’s Canadian and stands to send
A message to the world that England’s queen
Is also hers, and will be to the end.
O Canada, she sings without a thought:
She waves the red and white of her realm’s flag
And cheers the toughest hockey ever fought,
Then stands to sing her anthem and to brag.
The problem with her country is the French:
They speak a different language, and they vote
For separatism all the time, to wrench
The sea from guarded sea, then sit and gloat.
If she could only make those Frenchies stand,
Then she could truly brag we’re free and grand.