North of the Line

[Verse 1]
Trump stood up at the border with a map and a grin,
Said, “Canada, pack your bags—we’re letting you in.”
The Mounties checked their paperwork, the beavers looked confused,
And a hockey fan in Toronto said, “Well, who gets to choose?”

[Chorus]
Oh, north of the line, would you wave that flag?
Trade your maple leaf for a stars-and-stripes hat?
From Ottawa to Texas, that’s a mighty long draw—
If Canada’s a territory, who’s minding the law?

[Verse 2]
They put a tiny U.S. flag on Parliament’s front door,
While a moose in the driveway just stared at the floor.
The provinces held a meeting, Québec brought the wine—
And Alberta asked if oil fields still stayed in the family line.

[Bridge]
The newsman said, “It’s just a what-if,” as the fiddle played along,
But you can’t annex a neighbor with a speech and a song.

[Outro]
So keep your border stories and your hockey on the ice—
Some things need more than a handshake to make them official, nice.