It’s so hot; my igloo’s melting

I’m chopping trees, my neighbour’s smelting

It’s like Minecraft, but our beavers bite!

They lodge in our houses but we never fight

Beer in hand, maple syrup in demand

It’s like we don’t even own this land!

My hockey game is my pride

To the lake on loonie-wheels we ride

To see the sticks clash and ice skates stroke

At home with bacon sizzling, tepid patriotic inklings we evoke

Yesterday, an American wanted our prized rabbit pelt

“Sorry!” we say, “We gave it to the Brits last night,” and knelt.