Mr. Speaker,
I've done nothing wrong
He said with a sneer
But Canadians are worried
Because Christmas is near
Christmas without food
Christmas without meat
Christmas without toys
And without any heat
The Grinch hates people
Who don’t listen to that guy
We've tried to figure it out
But no one knows why
It could be perhaps,
that his socks were too tight
We suspect it's because his head
isn't screwed on just right
His fingers in your pockets
grabbing with glee
And now he wants the presents
From under our tree
He's taxed all our taxes
And spent even more
Our cupboards are emptier
Than ever before
Conservatives have tried
But he won't listen to reason
He loves his carbon tax
No matter the season
But despite his cold heart
And his love of inflation
Calgary Midnapore will never
Let him ruin our Christmas celebration