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(no direct usefulness for me, i had to go to wikipedia to get an idea what the hell that was)
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Source: YouTube


everyone sing along:
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And wee have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
Wee proudly wear womens clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts

And the buzzards they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And wee will probably go to he-heck
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh ro-yal canadian kilted yaksmengah i was ninja'd