
It’s a Brookfield Country
[Verse 1] Snow falls soft on Ottawa’s lane, But deals are signed behind the pane. The lights are strung, the halls are decked, And contracts land where you'd expect. [Prechorus] No bids, no fight, just gifts bestowed, Like Christmas magic in full mode. [Chorus] It’s a Brookfield country, can’t you see, The biggest gift beneath the tree. Wrapped in ribbon, tied so tight, Merry contracts, what a sight. [Verse 2] The children sing of joy and cheer, While whispers fill the air this year. “Who’s next to win this festive race?” The answer’s clear, it’s the same old place. [Prechorus] No sleigh, no reindeer, just a call, A quiet nod, they get it all. [Chorus] It’s a Brookfield country, can’t you see, The biggest gift beneath the tree. Signed and sealed, a sweet delight, Merry contracts, what a sight.

