Home on the (Canadian) Range

Ohai. This one’s for you, Canada.

<3, an (affectionate) American Idiot

Oh give me a home,
where the coyote roam,
and the beer will stay chilly all day…
Where rarely is heard, a discouraging word
but sentences there end in “eh”.

Home, home on the range;
where the beer will stay chilly all day.
Where rarely is heard, a discouraging word
but sentences there end in “eh”.

How often at night, as the enforcers fight
with might drawn from energy bars
have I stood there and gazed, and asked, quite amazed
if their glory exceeds that of ours?

Home, home on the range;
where the beer will stay chilly all day.
Where rarely is heard, a discouraging word
but sentences there end in “eh”.

Then give me a land, where Alberta oil sand
leisurely pollutes the streams
and my fellow white man goes driving along
to buy weed from native teens…

Oh I would not exchange my old home on the range
where the beer and the food are okay
and seldom is heard, a French-language word
or a question that ends in “eh”…

This is why instant messenger clients are bad; they enable you to collaborate on uselessness when you have real work to do. 🙂

Published in: Geekiness, General | on February 2nd, 2011| Comments Off on Home on the (Canadian) Range

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