Victoria was a county
With lakes and trees and farms,
With quiet little villages,
With gentle rural charms

Michael Harris then announced
The Province's great need
To have another city.
Harry came to do the deed.

Now Harry held his "hearings"
With his earplugs pushed in tight,
He didn't "hear" the protests,
Ignored democratic rights.

"Amalgamation's good for you.
Your taxes will go down."
He packed a bag, and took the swag,
And headed out of town.

Victoria had a champion
She thought he'd save the day.
She called on him to help her
But, Chris Hodgson stayed away.

She begged for help, she pleaded,
Sent petitions to his door.
"Go home,bake bread, eat cake.", he said
And disappeared once more.

The people rallied round her
And they're fighting for her land,
Her quiet life, her history,
Her fate in her own hands.

The bureaucrats who run things
Tell our council what to say.
The "savings have been channelled
Into beaurocratic pay

And we waited for our champion,
 ... but Chris Hodgson stayed away.