NICK THE MAN

When Nick The Man
came to stay
he filled a bag
with Craven A

His voice was tinged
with maple leaf
a twinkle in his eye
and a flash of teeth

Nick was cool,
giving girls the chat
in his crocodile boots
but no gaitor hat

When his mouth got dry
he’d give it a lick
time for another label
on his walking stick

And now he’s going
up into the sky
he’s going back
to drink Canada dry!