Sitting on the beach
Minding my own
There came across a boat
That reminded me of home
It had a big deck
And a big yellow flag
That waved from the back
It gave me jet leg
There should be a time
For everyone in the world
Where they sit on the beach
And gather some pearls
How often do people
Enjoy the view
Of a boat with a flag
That looks like a canoe
Only one time
Has that happened for me
I was sitting on the beach
Under an oak tree
That came from Asia
There was no other way
That tree could have been
Make completely from hay
I don’t understand
How a human can go
Over three-hundred years
Only living in the snow
That would be Canadians
All up in the north
They just walk around
In the snow
With a bow
Hunting moose
Sometimes goose
Will come by
They they will bake
A good goose cake
And possibly then
They will go on vacation
To the beach
Where they can enjoy
The view of a ship
Passing by in a flash
There is no other feeling
Unless you start to smoke some hash
Then and only then will you know
How it feels to live three-hundred years
In the snow
With the Canadians who know
How to make soup
Out of the moose meat
They show with a bow
There is no other way to live
That is the only way they can think
Thick-headedness makes them
Not know what to drink
If they were down
By this old oak tree
Down by the beach
Where I now sit
And look at this boat
That reminds me of It
That is a book
About a poor child
Who was hit by his parents
I think, I don’t know
Because I haven’t the pleasure
To read about the kid
But I bet he was Canadian
In the snow is where he hid
With his black eye
Yelling “ay!”
In hope that a fellow Canadian
Will come to the rescue
And then only then
Will he go to a home
Where he won’t get hit
For drinking Patrone
Unless his parents are Mexican
Then they will
Only let him drink Tequila
And underpriced gin
The best part about
The boys new Mexicans
Is that they live west
On the coast
Where they boy can sit
On the beach
And look at a boat
In the ocean
That has a flag
That is yellow
Under an oak tree
That his new Mexican parents planted
Before they jumped the border
To retain world order
With the Canadians
Who hit their children
But first they must cross
The redneck nation
Called ‘Merica
Where we don’t allow them
Cuz we are “The best”
According to us, and only us