By Puneet Kaur Sidhu
O Canada, you simpleton, you have it all wrong.
I won’t ever live in a place I don’t belong.
I just want to visit my sister who lives there,
And then come back home with much pomp and flair.
Why would I leave my nest, my warm and cozy home,
To go and work in the cold, seeping down to my bone?
Would I desert my parents in their old age,
To go work my butt off in a cold, dreary place?
Would I abandon my son, the apple of my eyes,
To shovel the snow from your streets and eat your greasy fries?
I live in a country that’s warm all year round,
Would I want a life shoveling snow from icy ground?
Not for me, the dark winter with endless white snows,
Living my life shivering and freezing, feeling colder than a well digger’s toes.
Not fond of building snowmen, freezing my fingers blue,
Nose turning ruby red and frostbitten feet too.
Instead I love the feel of balmy breeze on my face,
And a spot of golden sunshine brightening up my space.
You are welcome to your country, an expanse frozen and cold,
Mine is my joy and pride, a land more precious than gold!
I’m the queen of my castle here, always content and free,
Why would I trade my throne for a frozen maple tree?
So, here’s my request with a smile and a jest,
Canada, don’t put my intentions to the test.
You want to deny my visa? That’s your right,
but questioning my designs, that’s just not right!