Like father, like son... like grandson.
Happy cakeday to Pierre Elliott Trudeau (who'd be 101 today) and Xavier James Trudeau, now 13.
Here's a little riff on an old favourite from a different J.T.
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There is a young statesman
He lives in the north
The moose and the beaver, his cherished companions
From the Maritime shores to the cold Yukon canyons
He waits for the moment to finally step forth
And gear up to fight in the rugged arena
Thinking about family and leading this land
And knowing his rivals have become all the meaner
Stubbornly persists and takes a proud stand
With the world in the palm of his hand...
Bonne Anniversaire, Papa,
Happy Birthday, dear Xavier James
Fie on the Tories, the Dippers, the Bloc
They're just playing political games
Happy Birthday, dear Xavier James
The eighteenth of October was quite a surprise
In twenty-fifteen and two thousand and seven
Papa looks down from his place up in heaven
"He's got my boy's sense of humour and Margaret's eyes"
Victory is sweet but the road will be rocky
But the men of this family, they don't run away
From trouble or challenge, but they never get cocky
They live for the fight, all night and all day
Fight for what's right and then come home to stay
So Bonne Anniversaire, Papa
Happy Birthday, dear Xavier James
Fie on the Tories, the Dippers, the Bloc
They're just playing political games
And calling you juvenile names
But they can't stop dear Xavier James
Prime Minister Justin-Pierre James
And his son, dear Xavier James
