The King of Hay and Humbug
In a kingdom of straw where the facts are all “Bad,”
Sits a Cowboy in robes, looking terribly mad.
With a crown on his Stetson and tea in his hand,
He’s the self-appointed ruler of “No-Man’s-Land.”
“The King is a meddler!” he squawks to the crow,
(Though how Unity works, he doesn’t quite know).
He’s scrapped the Confederation, the History, the Law,
To rule over Ranchers with a loud “Blah! Blah! Blah!”
But look at the scroll that the Founders have penned:
The Crown is the feature on which we depend!
To keep out the Mob and the Civil War strife,
And protect the Canadian way of life.
The Bexte-led students are shouting for more,
While the “Bullsh*t” is piled right high on the floor.
They want “Democracy!”—or so they all claim—
While setting the Constitution squarely aflame.
So tip your Energy Drink to the King of the Hay,
Whose “Sovereignty” logic is melting away.
When you trade a real Monarch for a Texan-style whim,
The Kingdom of Confusion is all that’s left for him!