" ©ur fiiby of 1\k ^notDs," 



Fi077i a HmtKuUmal point of tttw 



a chap called Rudyard Kipling, 

 Who is said to be no stripling- 

 When it conies to writing: poetry or prose ; 

 Put at times he seems to stumble 

 And he made an awkward bunjjfle 

 When he dubbed this country " Lady of the Snows.' 



Now my dear Mr. Kip. 

 If you'll kindly take a trip 



A.crnss the pond, and bring your summer clothes 

 And see our splendid weather. 

 \nd our country altogether, 

 \ ou would never call it *' Lady of the Snows." 



See our noble sons and daughters. 

 Our unrivalled inland waters, 



Vnd our products that to Foreign Markets go; 

 Why, Rudyard, you will wonder 

 What in the name of thunder. 



Tempted you to call it " Lady of the Snows." 



^pples, peaches, plums and cherries. 

 With five hundred kinds of berries. 

 Pears, apricots, grapes, in this country grow 

 Swaying in the balmy breeze, 

 , figs, nut bearing trees, 

 products of the " Lady of the Snows.' 





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