Break out the buckets
Go find the taps
Pull on your Wellies
It’s time to tap sap!
Freezing at night-time
And warm in the day
Drill a hole in the tree
And you’re well on your way
To water that’s flowing
Though snow’s in the air
Soon in the shack
You’ll be boiling with care
You’ll sit in the shanty
While big kettles roil
With family and friends
So it wont feel like toil
You’ll laugh and tell jokes
And play some guitar
And talk of the sweetness
You’ll put in a jar
I would consider our foray into the world of sugaring at our new house on Three Bear’s Ridge to be a rousing success. We jarred about 4 gallons of delicious syrup, and had a great time doing it. If the weather holds, we may even be able to get a few more days in the shanty.
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