Bad Poetry to Welcome the Wee Foreign Minister

Hark! The Naked Villains Sing
Welcome to the wee little thing

Born to conservative gun nut vile
A promising lad, a wee new child

A boy who will surely be
Terror to his daddy

Like his dad, true not fake
Bottle-rocket guns will make

From his Dad the wee boy learns
Napalm in the front yard burns

Boys will be boys, that's not far wrong
But before I cease to sing this song

If I don't warn, remiss I'll be
Keep him away from Emilie!

Or there will be a sad end to this tale
Smallholder doesn't mind going back to jail

Congratulations, Greg. We are so happy for you!