Oldest Oak at Brookside

Before we built that smirking airport
Before the phones told us where to go
Before the strike, before the streetcar
Before we read comics on the radio
Long before we found a way to gauge the coldest day

Before the flood, before the treaty
Before we broke a promise to appear
Before we drew the new team logo
Before the taste of Malathion lingered here
Way before we skated down the Eaton Place parkade

Before we built that
Before the fire
You were lifted by a blue jay beating wings above a sea
(Before the treaty)
With a wave of grazing bison, tall grass prairie
(Before we broke)
You were set in sandy soil and stand a mighty oak
Stand a mighty oak