Rousing himself from a long summer’s nap (which dates to July 1st, 1867), the royal feline imperiously surveys all about.
He does not like the scent on the air which comes from near and far.
At any moment, he will leap from his Sphinx-seat and rush to the defense of Canada, his beloved British North America whose very being and existence are in peril!
Constitutional Cat has awakened to danger, to the odor of treason on the air! With the fall light slanting on the sky and the maples in the park on the brink of turning red and falling, the Lion is aware he has slept too long!
Treason! Infamy! Invasion! Overthrow!
Where is the Parliament! Stolen in 1982!
Where are the Legislatures? Stolen, too!
Oh Macdonald! Oh Cartier! Our laws have been stolen from us. Minorities rule over us, defame our leaders, denigrate our founders, eliminate their memory, their names, their monuments!
They come from the four corners of the Earth to replace us on the soil of our ancestors!
They are taking our country from us and plan to bury us! For, we have no children, we are a dying race!
How did this disaster fall upon us!
Our own people have forgotten who they are!
Who imposed this racial and cultural memory loss?
Away, Lion! Run soon, before the deep fall turns to winter and your people sleep forever!
Rise up, rise up, Oh Lion! Save your people! Hunt the traitors down! Destroy them! Restore our Parliament! Recover our laws! Awaken the memory of your people in their own hearts! Their long history, their long struggle to build half a continent!