Vermont maple syrup season,
Comes when winter thaws,
The sap buckets hang on trees,
With metal pails because.
The sugarhouse steams so sweet,
As the evaporator works,
The amber syrup trickles out,
Its flavor never shirks.
We pour it over pancakes tall,
With butter melting slow,
Vermont maple syrup morning,
Is the best way to go.
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