The Beavers Think It's Spring
The beavers think it's spring
And you and I are on the bank of the river
Cuffs rolled up, shoes shed
Amy and Tom by the mighty Mississippi
Shucking crawdaddies, uncovering the loot
Strip down for the adventure of your life
Pass the oranges, that-a-girl
A perfect day in Paradise
Throwing rosehips at the floating ice
Old ways, phrases, they don't change
Left the engine running, remember?
Popped in and out like in any proper December
Sure is something, incredible day
19.5 they say
The fat mallards are sunning their wings
And would you look at that
The beavers think it's spring
The whole family is out of the lodge
Licking and shaking themselves out of the slumber
A lethal treat after a short sleep
Rodents are eager and God is a joker
By Monday, the river will be frozen back over
Any of them caught too far downstream
Will be as dead as today's beautiful dreamv
But the seasonal dislocation will be an aberration
The seasonal dislocation will be an aberration
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