(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