TRANSCRIPT

Springtime

Dandelions are growing, Spring has surely come,
For the poplar trees are coming out in bud.
An old black crow is cawing at a gopher near its home.
Bumblebees are busy in the wood.

Geese are passing over, Ducks are on the slough.
Farmers are quite busy on their land.
Grouse are seeking cover, Rabbits are but few,
And coyotes have deserted from the band.

Little lambs are romping in the field, just by the barn,
Which is carpeted with grasses all so green.
Robins are all singing, now it's getting nice and warm,
A pair of snipe are mating down by yonder stream.

In Jack snipe land, the muskeg land,
Killdeer and plover,
Are living there and nesting there,
And tamarac's their cover.

Strawberries are blooming, Balm is in full leaf.
Pine and spruce, the mountain side they screen.
And poplar trees are blending, with saskatoons beneath,
Hillsides and meadows are all green.

Gooseberries and black currants are budding in the shade,
By that little creek which ripples down the glade.
Raspberries on the old burn, are covering up the scar.
They cover over many spots, the forest fires mar.

Sucker and jackfish, in the little creek are running,
They seem to glean and glisten, as the sun strikes on their fin.
A partridge on a dry log, to his lady love is drumming,
A pintailed grouse is strutting to his hen.

Black bears roam the sandbars, for the sucker and the jack.
A bull moose wends his way to have a drink.
Two beavers swim by slowly, to their house behind my shack.
And that form which glides away's a lynx.