Mr. Speaker, here is yet another poem from an overtaxed Canadian:
Now he's a common, common man. Tax him. Tax him all you can.
Tax his house, tax his bed, Tax the bald spot on his head.
Tax his bread, tax his meat, Tax his shoes clear off his feet.
Tax his pipe and tax his smoke, Teach him government is no joke.
Tax his “Henry”, tax his gas, Tax the road that he must pass.
Tax the farmer, tax his fowl, Tax the dog and tax his howl.
Tax his plow, and tax his clothes, Tax the rag that wipes his nose.
Tax his pig and tax his squeal, Tax his boots run down at the heel.
Tax his cow and tax its calf, Tax him if he dares to laugh.
Tax his barns and tax his lands, Tax the blisters on his hands.
Tax the water and tax the air, Tax the sunlight, if you dare.
Tax the living, tax the dead, Tax the unborn before they're fed.
Tax them all and tax them well, And do your best to make life hell.