He may have a heart of ice
and a funny name,
like the Crozard; But who
who’s afraid of buzzards?
We love raptors in these parts —
the same as we love maple leaves.
But if he won’t shoot fair and
he can’t swish with colour
that raptor will hear: Game over!
and see himself quickly dressed
in sage, curry, amba, or jerk.
So welcome, the Croz! And tell him
we of the north love our spice, which
is fearlessly sourced and wide-ranging.