The maple sap flows every March you see
Some years it's just a little, some alot
The winter freezes sap, the spring sets free
We tap our trees to see how much we've got
Our trees are “breathing” maple, freeze and thaw
That's how the sap arises through the wood
This year we tap the trees then watch in awe
With thanks the sap is flowing pretty good
The sugarhouses fill with maple’s sap
Takes forty gallons sap to make one sweet
That difference is quite a hefty gap
Who cares! It makes my pancakes nice to eat
At Hebron’s Maple Festival, I’m told
We celebrate our liquid maple gold!
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