Confederation was the call in springtime, '49
Convince them that we love them and those needy folks will join
So the promise of the fatted calf made lots of people drool
And we were promptly taken by our biggest April fool

Now finally with offshore oil, have-nots will be no more
We'll heal the sick and help the old and give more to the poor
I can take my woollen mittens off and raise the thermostat
Throw out the grub I used to eat (I'll feed better to the cat)
And all our politicians will live by the golden rule
But before you spend the money - ha ha, April fool

Crime will not increase a bit, no need to lock your doors
Prices will be cheap as dirt in all the grocery stores
No more outmigration and the boys that went away
Will all come back to Newfoundland for even better pay
We'll educate our people and give them all free school
But before you grab your book bag - ha ha, April fool

Tell the seniors to get ready now to live 'er up in style
No more cold and hunger, 'cause now we got the oil
No more homeless people so they can just relax
Because all of them will find a home, and still afford the tax
But before they take a dive into their heated swimming pool
I hate to be the one to say it - ha ha, April fool

I think I'll call my youngsters who have all moved upalong
Tell them to come on back home, the pundits can't be wrong
No need to bring their luggage, the oil is flowing free
And if they need some extra cash, they can pick it off their tree
But April month is here again bearing spring's sweet call
Or is that opportunity? Naw, I'm the biggest fool of all

- Written by Tim Brown, a poet and armchair philosopher living in Coley's Point, Newfoundland.