Mr. Speaker, the following is a poem sent to me recently from an overtaxed Canadian:
Tax the farmer, tax his dad, Tax whate'er he ever had; If he's broke, it's just too bad, Tax him hard, till he looks sad.
Go ahead and tax the man. Tax his dog and hired hand; Tax his cow. Tax her milk, Tax his bed, tax his quilt;
Tax his pig, tax his pen, Tax his flocks, tax his hen; Tax his corn, tax his wheat, Tax his wagon, tax its squeak;
Tax his wife, tax his boy, Tax whatever gives him joy; Tax the man who works for him, 'Fore his paycheque gets too thin.
Tax his buildings, tax his chattels, Tax his truck and all its rattles; Tax his stock and tax his cash; Tax him double if he's rash;
Tax his light, tax his power, Tax his payroll by the hour; If he's making more than rent, Add another five percent;
Tax whate'er he has to sell, If he hollers—tax his yell.
For the finance minister.