There once was a team from the Canadian west
They were ready to put their party and frisbee skills to the test
"There is this tournament called Windmill," they were told
"But it's only for the brave, the fun and the bold."
"You will need skill and speed and the ability to pace.
A smile, however, will never leave your face."
And they thought, goodbye money, let's buy us some flights
Making international frisbee friends should be our right.
And in return for being a part of this fest
The team promised to be remembered as those crazy canucks who stayed up too late, smoked too much and made out with people but still killed it on the field
From the Canadian West.
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