Mr. Speaker, here is a poem on the reference to the Supreme Court:
Nine justices speaking as oracles all, In answering as one to Jean Chrét-i-en's call, Will decide if the Constitution doth give Us the right to depart this old country, to leave.
No doubt, they will tell us with faces not bright, That to break with the past, we have no such a right, That while freedom at last is the call we might sound, Such action cannot in their papers be found.
And so as will tell us these justices all, While most of us wish to give heed to the call To freedom for all in this country so right, We must hasten away and go off fly a kite.
Dear Justices there is no need for such fuss. Quebec's future rests really and truly with us. Though high you may be in your privileged pew, Remember the people are higher than you.
We honour your wisdom given freely and well, But respect does not yet put us under your spell. No never before a nine-member wigged band Shall kowtow all the seven million tuques in the land.