THE BID

We are waiting with baited breath for the choice to come out,
It should be Toronto the beautiful without a single doubt,
Gathered at City Hall, by the water front, by TV’s or radio,
Everyone wondering which way the casting vote will go.

The first round we are still in there, there’s a sigh of relief,
But the raising of all hopes was to be so very brief,
Beijing is the winner, all our dreams dashed to the ground,
It seems a shame, for a safer, fairer city is not often found.

Good luck Beijing, all the best and even very well done,
Although many are sorry that it is you that has won.
Cheer up Toronto we tried hard, but we did not win,
We have so much good within us things are not so grim.

Come and count our blessings that Beijing could not attain.
How many nations cover our streets and true harmony gain,
We are like a multicoloured quilt holding our city together,
The only thing really wrong is winter’s inclement weather.

Look at the beauty of buildings, lovely little parks everywhere,
For the size of this city we have reasonablely clean air,
We’re not afraid to walk down town holding a child’s hand,
We have free shows by the lake from opera to a rock band.

I love you beautiful Toronto, though I’m a Mississagian
We come down quite often, like riding on an old tram,
Wander around the city or go to a show or ball game,
Then safely and happily ride the GO back home again.

M Ann Margetson © July 13, 2001/Fact