Today I jumped on my old Atv.,
to go out that old woods road'
to see what I could see.
I saw three grey squirrels,
chasing one another,
up an old pine tree.
I drove very slow,
not to scare white tailed deer,
and the ruffed grouse,
you know.
I wanted to visit,
my favorite place,
the place where,
where the red pine trees grow.
The place beside,
that old beaver dam,
where the soft breezes blow,
and off in the distance,
you hear,
the cawing of the crow.
Oh, how I love this place,
the place where the red pine trees grow.
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