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The Canada goose (Branta canadensis) is a large wild goose species with a black head and neck, white patches on the face, and a brown body. Native to arctic and temperate regions of North America, its migration occasionally reaches northern Europe. It has been introduced to the United Kingdom, New Zealand, Argentina, Chile, and the Falkland Islands. Like most geese, the Canada goose is primarily herbivorous and normally migratory; it tends to be found on or close to fresh water.
Extremely successful at living in human-altered areas, Canada geese have proven able to establish breeding colonies in urban and cultivated areas, which provide food and few natural predators, and are well known as a common park species. Their success has led to them sometimes being considered a pest species because of their depredation of crops and issues with their noise, droppings, aggressive territorial behavior, and habit of begging for food, especially in their introduced range. Canada geese are also among the most commonly hunted waterfowl in North America.
Coordinates: 60°N 95°W / 60°N 95°W / 60; -95
Canada (i/ˈkænədə/; French: [ka.na.da]) is a country in the northern part of North America. Its ten provinces and three territories extend from the Atlantic to the Pacific and northward into the Arctic Ocean, covering 9.98 million square kilometres (3.85 million square miles), making it the world's second-largest country by total area and the fourth-largest country by land area. Canada's border with the United States is the world's longest land border. Canada is sparsely populated, the majority of its land territory being dominated by forest and tundra and the Rocky Mountains; about four-fifths of the country's population of 35 million people live near the southern border. The majority of Canada has a cold or severely cold winter climate, but southerly areas are warm in summer.
The land now called Canada has been inhabited for millennia by various Aboriginal peoples. Beginning in the 15th century, British and French colonies were established on the Atlantic coast, with the first establishment of a region called "Canada" occurring in 1537. As a consequence of various conflicts, the United Kingdom gained and lost territories within British North America until left, in the late 18th century, with what mostly geographically comprises Canada today. Pursuant to the British North America Act, on July 1, 1867, the colonies of Canada, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia joined to form the autonomous federal Dominion of Canada. This began an accretion of provinces and territories to the self-governing Dominion to the present ten provinces and three territories forming modern Canada. In 1931, Canada achieved near total independence from the United Kingdom with the Statute of Westminster 1931, and full sovereignty was attained when the Canada Act 1982 removed the last remaining ties of legal dependence on the British parliament.
I’ve got sick infection
A diagnosed love affection
I had it once and I want more
There’s no use I’m just faking
Tryin’ to be the girl
Whose heart’s not breakin’
Your candy kiss haunts my soul
How will I get my baby
I gotta find my way home
Oh how the tables turned
And I’m the one who got burned
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But I’ll be breaking down your door
Your candy lips sweet to the core
So bad I long for yesterday
The winter washed my words away
One taste one kiss I’ll never stray
I’ve got an ill intention
You’d be my one perfection
I had it all I want it back
How will I get my baby
I gotta find my way home
Oh how the tables turned
And I’m the one who’s getting burned
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But I’ll be breaking down your door
Your candy lips sweet to the core
So bad I long for yesterday
The winter washed my words away
One taste one kiss I’ll never stray
I felt the fire burning out of your heart and mine
It broke me down and wore me out…I cried
Oh all those things I said forever burning in my head
You’re bittersweet and I want more, more, MORE!
How will I get my baby
I gotta find my way home
Oh how the tables turned
And I’m the one who’s getting burned
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But I’ll be breaking down your door
Your candy lips sweet to the core
So bad I long for yesterday
The winter washed my words away