O shining city, bright as day,
Glittering in the sun's swift rays:
A grievous trouble I must relay,
That I have encountered in my stay.
For, you see, you're quite a maze,
Therefore, I pray, don't be amazed,
When I say that I was lost and strayed
In Hallifax.
 
They say no need for a navigator,
Just dedicated educators.
But even common sense turned traitor
(Or some overzealous legislator)
and placed the Beryl Generator
Far to the east, without an indicator
That southwest lay the Beryl Tower
In Hallifax.
 
"Consider two pyramids joined," says he;
"The word is octahedron, actually --"
Well, all of that's no help to me.
For all things relative must be,
and until I have some way to see,
if I've passed the same shrine thrice, or three,
I'm condemned to roam eternally
In Hallifax.
 
Each resident explains to me,
With perhaps a touch of glee,
How it all is easy as can be,
and I grow too fond to disagree --
For they obey the laws of society,
And disdain those of geography,
(And, quite possibly, geometry)
In Hallifax.