Alberta Baby Boy
The Playpen Patriot
He’s a “Lil’ Albertan” in a ten-gallon hat,
Shaking his playpen like a spoiled-rotten brat.
With Texan-toed booties and pins in his gear,
He’s crying for bottles—and a sympathetic ear.
“Ottawa’s mean! The system is rigged!”
He screams while his political hole is being digged.
He wants all his “Rights” in a nipple-topped jar,
But won’t walk to court, which is really too far.
It’s not a handout, a toy, or a gift,
It’s the Constitution—stop letting it drift.
So quit all the rattling and diaper-based dread:
Start governing, kid, and go use your head.