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The Songs Of The Canadian Canary

got a friend and i named her
my canadian canary
she is caring
and sends me some gifts
perfume
for my body
fish oil for my heart
some haiku
for my day
some emails to remind me
some pictures
and paintings of spring,
and some winters too
and oh, the summer
and the worm
and the peony on her table

concrete friendship
from my canadian canary
and how can i not return
what she has given

she never asked me

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Canary Yellow Canoe

In my canary yellow canoe - my yellow canoe
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
The eastmain, coppermine, back river too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - yellow canoe
I want to run rivers in my canary yellow canoe
The desmoines river, rupert river, george river too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - mellow yellow canoe
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
Chebugema, peace river, resolute too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - my elephant too
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
Churchill, yellowknife, ross river too
In my canary yellow canoe

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Curiosity Killed The Cat

I remember so well
Watching a cat at the balcony,
Reaching for my caged canary.
He purred and taunted the canary
And flailed his persnickety paws
In a mad flurry of jousts.

The wind waltzed over the cage
And the dwindling of it
Made the cat’s head writhe from
One flourish after another.
He purred, whirred and gave
Out sighs of desperation
But still he was stern in his feline physique
That smoldered of poise and starvation.

One mad summer, while the Sun
Took photographs of his exhausted self,
The cat finally grasped the beam of
The cage - the canary sang of consummation.
But the next riddle was how to
Open the cage where the canary sat.
The canary continued to croon the
Symphonies of a cat preparing
His canine fangs, his woebegone claws
To consume the canary -

But what the cat did not understand
Was that the canary was bastioned
Adroitly behind these rusting pillars.
The wind gains force, and its savagery
Was ready for a bastinado.
The wind darted across the lingering
Body of the cat as it was hectic
With frantically opening the cage,

Poor cat fell from the balcony,
Plummeted into the city
He made no sound,
Only impressions upon the cage
As the untouched canary
Sang of deceit.

poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Canary In A Coalmine

First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live you life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
You say you want to spend the winter in firenza
Youre so afraid to catch a dose of influenza
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine
Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions
You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine

song performed by by Police
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Well, first of all the Dominion Bureau of Statistics made a survey in the spring of 1970, which showed that on balance the difference in the cost of living between Canadian cities and American cities was 5 % to the advantage, of course, to the Canadian cities.

quote by Leonard Woodcock
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Birdhouse In Your Soul

Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
Its a simple message and Im leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My storys infinite
Like the longines symphonette it doesnt rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Theres a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
Id be fired if that were my job
After killing jason off and countless screaming argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while youre at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Notes
The dial-a-song version has the following significantly altered lyrics:
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
Out when youre all by yourself
Theres a time when even you get up and leave your nothing to dwell
I dont want to talk about that
And no one listens to that
But for the one who does, and shes the one you worry about
Dont you say anything
If you have anything to do with it
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Id like to cover the earth
With a fresh-baked yummy dessert
People couldnt live in it, but I think its worth the money and hurt
cause I couldnt tolerate
All the empty places in the world
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I dont feel thirty
Give me something to write on
I dont feel three hundred
Give me something to write on

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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I had done Shrek as a Canadian and I'm very proud to be Canadian, but I knew I could give more to it.

quote by Mike Myers
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I think I'm a good Canadian, but I'm not the greatest Canadian.

quote by Donald Stewart Cherry
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A Canary, And Peanut Butter, And Jelly, Sandwitch.

I once ate a sandwich made of peanut-butter and jelly...
This sandwich, by someone, tasted quite rotten, and smelly.

Into my stomach, uneasily, it went down...
To my face, was sadly, put a frown.

I went to the hospital to have my stomach pumped, where I met a sailor...
Who obviously, had a bad tailor.

You might say, 'that this lad, was a seaman'...
But-for the Navy, he worked, and so-he was no, free man.

This seaman, could not swim...
You might say 'that he joined, on a whim'.

This non-swimming seaman, had a cat...
That was known by all, to eat mice, dogs, or even a bat.

One day this cat, ate a bat, that was owned by a witch...
This witch, got quite angry, at the cat that ate her bat, and
was acting like, a ticked off, bitch.

This witch, turned this cat, into a canary...
How frightening to this canary, this seemed as scary.

Now, this canary, bird...
Got eaten by another cat, and now, was nothing more,
than a rug stained, cat-splattered, turd.

poem by Michael Gale
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There is a whole school of Canadian academics, media personalities, and politicians whose definition of a Canadian is a North American who fears or dislikes the United States.

quote by Preston Manning
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However, if we examine the Canadian scene closely enough, we can see signs of this physical and spiritual rot settling into a number of our Canadian urban centres with a troubling spill-over into many of our more rural areas.

quote by Alex Campbell
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There is a Canadian culture that is in some ways unique to Canada, but I don't think Canadian culture coincides neatly with borders.

quote by Stephen Harper
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I was editing Canadian Literature. I didn't want to let Canadian Literature go, so they reached a nice compromise by which I received half a professor's salary.

quote by George Woodcock
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Little Little Man

Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man,
leave me to fly.

I was in your cage, little little man,
little little man who gave me my cage.
I say "little little" because you don't understand me
Nor will you understand.

Nor do I understand you, but meanwhile,
open for me the cage from which I want to escape.
Little little man, I loved you half an hour,
Don't ask me again.

poem by Alfonsina Storni
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Canadian Native Pride

You are a
Canadian native
And that is way you are
Wearing the
Canadian native pride

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Cherry Cola

With you hand out the window,
sipping on Cherry Cola.
Man, I despise you.

Your beating on the dashboard,
flashing off your black tatoo,
Man, i idolize you.

There you are puffing away on your white king ciggarettes,
rolling down your window and spitting at the car beside you.

Im riding in a car,
with a canadian rockstar,

kiddo, do you want one puff?
do you want another sip?

Your 32 and wasted,
and i'm still trying to astound you.

cause I'm riding in a car,
with a canadian rockstar.

Theres cuts and scars on your arms,
in pretty little patterns.

your staring in the review mirrow,
And i'm blushing in your smoke.

It's way past my bed time, & mom thinks im home,

But stuff it man,
Im riding in a car,
with one screwed canadian rockstar.

poem by elena Velinsky
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Good Canadian Weather

A glimmer of spring recedes,
as winter rebounds towards furor
Sending off the cheerful malarkey
To be draped with an abstemious simmer
The rooftops bearing with tarmac
Become throttled with frosty garments
With bars made of ice, and walls made of snow
My sights claustrophobic and glacially narrow
And in the blink of an eye you'll hear my voice gripe
Muttering nonsensical adjectives of indolent tripe

But to be perfectly frank, this is good Canadian weather

The prelude of sallow lawns
Is disrupted by the Siberian sawn
Waylaying afterglows for lost summers
For rosy cheeks purchased from arctic dowers
I've traded my Hikers for Mukluks
Annoyed by the downgrade of gear
To shovel hours away, to keep contents at bay
Hunching over my back to find a parchment of clay
That will deliver the spark, to enthusiasms drought
Emancipating my spirits which are the size of a mouse

Though to be absolutely blunt this is good Canadian weather

To savour Februarys warmth
Shun caution towards Marches girth
For the balmy thrills of cupid
Coif unpleasant gifts from the ides
Never celebrate a battle in session
When the odds are constantly threatened
And Mother Nature's deck is blurring
She'll call the house down on top of your jeering
Condemning us to return to hibernation
And the chronicles of repeated complaining

So in absolute fact, to the vault in my heart
All of this muddle, is good Canadian weather

poem by Kevin Patrick
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Can't Change Trudeau's Charter Feb 12th 2011

Some politicians in Europe have come to certain conclusions,
About multiculturalism and their other strange illusions,
But Canadian politicians are politically correct,
Such ideas made public might show a certain disrespect.

We are forbidden binding referendums so no talk about this,
We have Trudeau’s Charter of Rights unlike the very smart Swiss,
Because they can compel their politicians to do this or that,
But Canadian politicians never need to go to bat.

Canadian binding referendums could get us all involved,
In case multicultural problems might need to be solved,
But Trudeau’s Charter of Rights cannot be altered or changed,
We watch from a distance because things cannot be rearranged.

Feb 12th,2011

poem by James Bredin
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Our expanding Canadian operations are concrete evidence of General Motors confidence in Canada.

quote by Charles E. Wilson
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