Hi viewers!

My name is Bronwyn, in this blog I am going to be talking about what it means to be canadian and I will be sharing poems with you!
Here is my first poem, it is about beavers :)

Beaver, oh beaver
Slinking after dark
Chomping down those cherry trees
In West Potomac Park
Beaver, oh beaver
You do not stand a chance
Not when those rangers hunt you down
For messing up their plants. Beaver, oh beaver
You made one huge mistake
Your life was so much sweeter
In scenic Greenbelt Lake
It's true, you chopped some sweetgums down
And made a royal mess
Still, you were proof that our town Had real wilderness.
But no! You yearned for city lights
Publicity and fame
The nation's cherished cherry trees
Seemed a much bigger game
And so to Washington you went
Resolved to make your mark
By Jefferson's big monument
To chew on cherry bark.
And then the press went after you
With cameras and lights
While park police with K-9 dogs
Disrupted your quiet nights
Now that they nabbed you, fair and square
You will be relocated--
Just stay away from Greenbelt, where
You aren't appreciated!