With a large, wide face and buck
strong-enough to fell a tree;
One might wonder how such a rodent
would Canada's symbol, be.
When fashion demanded fur hats,
Hudson's Bay Company knew its worth;
That was the early seventeen-hundreds
but it quickly had its birth.
The beaver was on the C.P.Rail
and still is there today;
It adorned stamps and coins, a sign of the times -
and was soon - signature of the day.
In nineteen hundred and seventy-five
it received over-due acclaim;
The beaver was finally, officially made
Canada's emblem of fame.
The Boy Scouts named young members
The history mag took the name, too;
The beaver is on the back of our nickel;
and Beaver Tail pastries will do!
"Beaver Tails" - hot,
steamy pastries -
sweet, with toppings galore;
With the broad-tail shape, they're Ottawa's treat,
and visitors line up for more.
'Now' what do you think of that
that Canada chose as its own?
With so many praises, in all kinds of phases,
the beaver - we must say is home.
Joan Adams Burchell
Written July 12, 2003