In the North where maples sway, a stalemate mounts, ne'er wrought away,
Mailmen of Canadian toil, embroiled in conflict, on native soil.
Negotiations led by the crown, yet peace in these talks, remains unfound.
Perished now, our jovial bard, Woolery of heart, deeply starred,
Invoking love with every word, upon 'Love Connection', ever heard.
In final notes, his temper flared, defiance held, not scared.
The U.N.'s pact, of great sums deal, to mend the Earth's breaking seal,
Yet shadows loom of orange hue, Trump's scorn may this pact undo.
A storm of change, the winds howl, amidst the uncertainty, silent owl.
