Happy birthday, dear Motherland.
I am so homesick!
My involuntary travels in Chinada, Clownada, Can-nada and Cacanada have lasted way too long.
As I yearn to find my way back to you, Ô Canada, terre de nos aïeux, I am reminded of the wise words of Thay:
“There is no way home. Home is the way.”
So be it.
“God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee!”