POEM: Canada

I'll meet you in Toronto
Where all is as it should be
Then party with you in Montreal
And revel in our drunken liberty

We'll smell the pungent pine trees of Vancouver
And snowboard high above the city lights
Then take the ferry to grand Victoria
And see how Canada does Britain right

And in old Quebec City
History will be our guide
On the Plains of Abraham
We'll meet our own demise

But not before longing for Alberta
Whose cowboys and stampedes we never saw
Nor neglecting the rest of vast Canada
And all about it that filled us with such awe