Without written or oral permaission, I am posting Deputy's poem as he intended, not as it ended.

Jose

When out on the trap line there arose such a clatter

'The line crew stopped short to see what was the matter

Ahead on the trail staked by KWG

Were some rebellious tribe members Were thet Mohawk or Cree

They wanted a fair shake in the riches below

The chromite and nickle buried under the snow

Another holdup of what eventually will be

When we push on Mr Harper and get rid of McGuinty

So we wait and we wait for god knows how long

But that day will come when we break into song.

Merry Christmas to all NOT longs.