Nova Scotia Canadians aren't more rotten than the one known as Fee.
The photo of our brother Jersey Ed and Rufuz heartily and insistently provided by our good hearted and truthful brother PeeWee Ed...

The truth about been kicked out of Canada
on top of all three brothers nearly drown
after a Nova Scotsman by the name of Fee
sold us a rotten Canadian no-fishing boat,
a scoundrel that shouldn’t be trusted non
by honest men like us, not bend at all.

But to tell the truth and so it help me God
we had onboard a dirty brother with a dog
which hadn’t been giving nothing to eat,
not even a dry and miserable of a little bone,
so, instead of howling its rightful complain
the mutt used its teeth on the bottom of the boat.

PeeWee took a picture of those raving two when
confronted with our hopeless sinking bucket
like we were cursing under St Peter’s roof
and he was the designated defender by fault,
we didn’t know who was scarier, Jersey Ed
or that moving contraption he calls for a dog.

Swimming to the Canadian coast wasn’t funny
after Fee did a rat to the federales in red coats
that unceremoniously escorted yours very truly
with his brothers to the US of A border to cross,
with Mean Tall Woman waiting for PeeWee…
for Jersey and me with a fresh birch rod, our Mom.


PS. Mom washed Jersey Ed’s mouth with soap
for calling his brother Edvard for “an old geezer”.