It's spring in Saskatchewan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At five or ten below
Oh, how I love Saskatchewan
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of spring air
And your nose gets frozen shut
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Saskatchewan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
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