The great white hunter of the north,
Brave and daring,
With hakepik goes forth,
To plunder mothers caring,
To kill the baby monster white,
Innocent still on this earth,
Bludgeons it with great delight,
With mother near that gave it birth,
A gun he has, but loathe he is to use it,
It safes bullets and apparently the pelt,
Instead, blows to the head, with hakepik,
No matter how the pain it felt,
Some skin these monsters still alive,
These creatures of the farthest north,
So that the cod fish can survive,
These daring hunters do go forth,
This the story that I’ve heard,
From Fisheries Dept. often told,
I know for sure it sounds absurd,
But lies of politics are bold,
Tradition, tradition, is the song they sing,
Although no one now wears fur,
They go about it carolling,
False sentiments they stir,
No matter all the writings and petitions,
From Canadians strong and free,
Send to their arrogant politicians,
From sea to shiny sea,
Not only that, taxes due, include such blunder,
All this costs us more and more,
One truly has to wonder,
Where do they all, these seal pelts store?©21/03/2012
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