O Dear Anons O dear anons, I sing a sad tale,

Sadder than the time when a gerbil got stuck in here,

This tale I croak comes from the land of leafs

It speaks of a young Trudeau who wished to become king,

But inorder to join the secret wrastlin club he had to do a thing

A thing worse than being a gay leaf,

Most horrid thing conjuring disbelief

Patricide from tales of old done once more,

Thus Trudeau passed the entrance test

But I am just a frog stuck in a gay mans ass,

This gossip I heard when Bieber took an anal class