First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
First the sap runs, then drum drum drums
drop by drop into the buckets.
Soon to be simmered, then rolling boiled into maple syrup.
Oh that sweet sweet nectar of the mountain.
Wonderful, I love Maple Syrup and have been fascinated in how it is produced ever since I first heard about it as a child.