‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houses, All were concerned for health of children and spouses, Over the lands, turbines were rising without care, In hopes the municipalities would not challenge nor dare.
The children were nestled , all snug in their beds, When vibrations and noise were felt in their heads, And mamma with worry and I in my anger, We all became sick and clearly in danger.
When out of rural Ontario there arose such a clatter, We sprang from our homes to see what was the matter, It was the horrible Green Energy Act, With Liberals rudely ignoring the facts.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of turbine flicker on the ground below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, Premier Wynne and the Liberals saying please have no fear.
With her party in trouble , she had to think quick, She knew in a moment it soon would be St. Hudak, More rapid than eagles, the Conservative ideas came, And he cried and he shouted “ the Liberals are to blame”
Oh, NOISE, oh WILDLIFE, oh COSTS and poor HEALTH, Oh lower PROPERTY VALUES, oh, the taxpayers have no wealth, To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now turbines away, turbines away all!
As the blades spin before the birds as they fly, They drop to the ground with this obstacle in the sky
So up 500 feet, the turbines did climb,With the Wind Industry full of cash and taxpayers not a dime!
Ed Vanderaa, Plympton-Wyoming