One hopes in Canada
They know better than us
It was a Canadian Goose who angrily honked,
“Alas! Alas! The water here is unfit to drink
And the polluted rivers stink
They are full of paper cups and aluminum cans carelessly tossed
What ungodly creatures do such things?
What uncomprehending beasts?
Who care, not in the least, for me
There really seems to be no use,
For a silly goose
Like me
Alas, it is late, perhaps too late
For a goose who knows
it is time to fly North this Spring
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