The trees are tapped,

The sap is flowing,

Children peek into sap pails,

Their excitement growing.  

This sweet liquid sap,

Flows out of the tree,

Then gets hauled to our Sugarhouse,

To begin its journey.

This is where the magic happens.

With a little time and lots of fire,

It turns from sap to syrup,

The liquid gold we desire.

But we must act fast,

For time is fleeting.

This season is special

And it bears repeating.  

Before too long, spring will be here

And the magic will be no more.

The sap pails will get taken down,  

No more liquid left to pour.

So won’t you join us,

One and all,

For this magical time of year?

It’s sure to be a ball!