| First you get the buckets ready, clean the pans and gather firewood,
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| Late in the winter, it’s maple syrup time.
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| You need warm and sunny days but still a cold and freezing nighttime
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| For just a few weeks, maple syrup time.
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| We boil and boil and boil and boil it all day long,
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| Till ninety sev’n percent of water evaporates just like this song
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| And when what is left is syrupy don’t leave it too long —
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| Watch out for burning! |
| Maple syrup time.
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| I know it’s not the quickest system but each year I can’t resist it.
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| Get out the buckets, and tap the trees in time —
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| Making it is half the fun, and satisfaction when it’s done.
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| Keep up the fire! |
| Maple syrup time.
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| My grandpa says perhaps it’s just a waste of time.
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| Ah! |
| but no more than this attempt to make a happy little rhyme,
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| So pat your feet or swing your tail, but keep in good time.
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| Keep up the fire! |
| Maple syrup time.
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| I’ll send this song around the world with love to ev’ry boy and girl,
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| Hoping they don’t mind a little advice in rhyme.
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| As in life or revolution, rarely is there a quick solution,
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| Anything worthwhile takes a little time.
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| We boil and boil and boil and boil it all day long.
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| When what is left is syrupy, don’t leave it on the flame too long.
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| But seize the minute, build a new world, sing an old song.
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| Keep up the fire! |
| Maple syrup time |