The Tunisian boy on the bus. My sister and I were chatting (in our Acadian patois) and the boy looked at us and asked what language we were speaking, Portuguese? When we told him no, it's French, he said, "But... it's incomprehensible!!!!!!!!"

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.