Oh, Thank God He's Not Canadian Anymore

 

Oh, thank God he's not Canadian,

Can you imagine? What a strain!

With his "innovations" that don't quite land,

Messing with our lives — it's all so grand!

From electric cars to space-bound flights,

He’s sure he’s right — well, most of the nights.

But really, who needs this kind of "genius"?

We'd rather he take a long, quiet hiatus.

He came to Canada, thought he’d stay,

But soon enough, he ran away.

Thank goodness he ditched our snowy skies,

To stir up chaos with his otherworldly highs.

He’s the least Canadian we’ve ever seen,

Forget maple syrup, he’s all about the green.

So go on, Musk, and please just go,

Fix your own mess — we’ve had enough of your show.

So here's a toast to your great escape,

A final goodbye, for goodness' sake.

Go put out a Trumpster fire somewhere,

Just don’t come back — we really don’t care!