By Mrs. Rudy Kathryn Detweiler
The sugar house is an exciting place,
When the sap is running free.
The horse and sleigh stop here and there,
As we dump pails of sap from each tree.
Each pail of sap was emptied with care.
Strained and poured in the pans there,
Slowly but surely the sap boiled down,
And turned to maple syrup, lightly brown.
The sweetness of the maple syrup,
Is far beyond compare.
When you pour on dripping pancakes,
And make Maple Cream Candy in squares.