An' how the sap goes creepin' up by day
Inter the limbs an' shoots upon the trees
An' how the cold at night will send it back
Agin a-racin' down into the roots
Ter keep all snug and warm till mornin' comes.
The snow aint gone 'cept here an' there a bit
Upon the hills that look all bare and burnt
Instead o' cold an' kinder lonesome too,
Like some poor robin that yer see in fall
After the rest have gone an' snow has come,
A-hoppin' round upon a leafless limb
Perkin' his feathers up an' makin' b'lieve
That he aint cold an" mighty lonesome too.
It aint so piercin' cold these days except
By spells, but now an' then the rough March wind
Gits on a rampage an' careers about
An' howls in at the cracks an' shakes the house
Like he was mad,—That's Winter's dyin' kick.
Inter the limbs an' shoots upon the trees
An' how the cold at night will send it back
Agin a-racin' down into the roots
Ter keep all snug and warm till mornin' comes.
The snow aint gone 'cept here an' there a bit
Upon the hills that look all bare and burnt
Instead o' cold an' kinder lonesome too,
Like some poor robin that yer see in fall
After the rest have gone an' snow has come,
A-hoppin' round upon a leafless limb
Perkin' his feathers up an' makin' b'lieve
That he aint cold an" mighty lonesome too.
It aint so piercin' cold these days except
By spells, but now an' then the rough March wind
Gits on a rampage an' careers about
An' howls in at the cracks an' shakes the house
Like he was mad,—That's Winter's dyin' kick.
Wal, jest about this time it gits ter look
Like sugarin', so when the wind gits right
An' it will freeze by night an' thaw by day,
Then boys look out fer jest a rush o' sap;
'Tis then we git the spiles an' buckets out
An' set the camp. I tell you what 'tis fun
This tappin' trees, sendin' the gleamin' bit
Inter the wood, seein' the shavin's creep
Out on the bit an' fall upon the snow
Like sugarin', so when the wind gits right
An' it will freeze by night an' thaw by day,
Then boys look out fer jest a rush o' sap;
'Tis then we git the spiles an' buckets out
An' set the camp. I tell you what 'tis fun
This tappin' trees, sendin' the gleamin' bit
Inter the wood, seein' the shavin's creep
Out on the bit an' fall upon the snow
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