The Singing Scoutmaster: Paul Bunyan's Winter

In the land of frost and snow, where winter's chill held sway,
Paul Bunyan and his faithful ox would roam from day to day.
With each step they took, the snow would freeze beneath their feet,
Leaving behind a trail of ice, as they journeyed through the sleet.

But one winter's day, the cold grew fierce, and the snow fell thick and fast,
Blanketing the land in white, with a freezing, icy blast.
Paul and Babe, they trudged along, through drifts so deep and high,
Creating paths with each step they took, beneath the winter sky.

And as they walked, the snow would melt, beneath Babe's warm embrace,
Forming lakes and ponds so clear, with an icy, crystal face.
The land was transformed by their touch, as they journeyed through the storm,
Leaving behind a winter's tale, of their adventures bold and warm.

So here's to Paul Bunyan and Babe, the kings of winter's frost,
Whose footsteps left a mark upon the land, no matter what the cost.
For their winter's journey, though cold and bleak, was filled with warmth and light,
A testament to their spirit, in the midst of winter's icy bite.