(a children’s poem)
I climbed up Brock's Monument
With a leap, a skip, a hop.
I climbed up Brock's Monument
From the bottom to the top.
I climbed up Brock's Monument
And I did it without one stop.
BUT --
Two hundred and thirty-five steps
And I'm ready to drop!
General Brock rode Alfred
On the daring fateful ride.
Sword drawn, he scaled Queenston Heights,
British Red Coats at his side
The Americans could not
Gain the summit, though they tried.
BUT --
Musket and cannon came alive
And the man and horse died!
I climbed up Brock's Monument
When tulips were in flower.
I climbed up Brock's Monument
In less than half an hour.
I climbed up Brock's Monument
Using my muscle power.
BUT --
I'm glad there's an elevator
In the CN Tower!
Source: The Author, 2001