The Singing Scoutmaster: Paul Bunyan and the Winter of the Blue Snow

In the land where winter reigned supreme, there lived a lumberjack so grand,
Paul Bunyan was his name, known throughout the land.
With his faithful ox, Babe, by his side, they journeyed far and wide,
Through forests deep and valleys wide, with strength and skill as their guide.

But one winter's day, the snow turned blue, a sight they'd never seen,
It covered the land from north to south, and turned the world serene.
Paul scratched his head in wonder, as Babe sniffed the frosty air,
For never before had they seen such snow, so blue and fair.

With each step they took, the snow would crunch beneath their feet,
Leaving behind a trail of blue, as they journeyed through the sleet.
They followed the blue snow's path, through forests thick and dark,
Wondering what secrets lay ahead, in this winter wonderland so stark.

And as they walked, the snow grew deeper, until it reached their knees,
But still they pressed on bravely, through the frosty trees.
They traveled for days and nights, until they reached a clearing wide,
And there before them stood a sight, that filled them both with pride.

For in the center of the clearing, beneath the winter's moon,
Stood a grove of trees so tall and fair, they seemed to touch the sky at noon.
Their branches were adorned with jewels, sparkling in the light,
And Paul and Babe knew in an instant, that this was indeed a sight.

They marveled at the trees so grand, with their leaves of blue and gold,
And knew that they had found a treasure, in this winter's cold.
For in this grove of blue snow trees, they found a beauty rare,
And knew that they would always cherish, the memories they had shared.

So here's to Paul Bunyan and Babe, the heroes of the snow,
Whose journey through the winter's cold, will forever brightly glow.
For in the land of blue snow, they found a treasure rare,
A testament to their friendship, in the midst of winter's icy glare.