Where have my Manitobian friends gone? They used to visit me here, but I have not seen them now in the longest time. I miss you Manitobians, Winnipegians, and such-like.
I shall write you a poem of love and of heart-wrenching profundity.
Here goes.
Where have they gone, my Northern lights-- To caves and burrows like polar bears? Not brown bears, but polar bears. In disguise. Disguised as brown bears. And so I say wheres, wheres I say, wheres my Manitobian friends-- sucking no doubt the marrow of winter and building walls of ice 'round their igloos
I shall write you a poem of love and of heart-wrenching profundity.
Here goes.
Where have they gone,
my Northern lights--
To caves and burrows
like polar bears?
Not brown bears,
but polar bears.
In disguise.
Disguised as brown bears.
And so I say wheres,
wheres I say,
wheres my Manitobian friends--
sucking no doubt
the marrow of winter
and building walls of ice
'round their igloos