The sunsets are red; now Ottowa will shed!

Monday is coming..I can taste the dread.! a sacrifical Summit i see ahead.' The condemed has long snorted A magical power.? Dusty corners await now a'quiver to Devour' aquaintances are many, and friends will be few.' Times and a half times, once upon a time! (you were new) You've consulted the augeries, and laid out the bones Burned up the ether; been all hours on the phone' yet all Comes to nothing, as when you were in power.? Your drop Is fast coming, on the hill (you will cower!) Will it be steely Silence? slippery as ice? Will there be great tumult? When you are squeezed in the vice.! Will you go out the Statesman?? It won't be that nice..Yet you tore down and Ravaged now you'll receive; your own slice' oh yes they are, awaiting in style, in Ottowa to renounce you. Old trudeau. And your well tarnished wiles.'