The maple tree stood at the gate.
It would not have to wait,
for the farmer was coming with hammer and pail
to tap the tree for some syrup to sell.

It is not a bother to wait for the pail to fill
because he has all day to kill.
The tap was pounded into the tree
and he waited to see.

The sap started to flow
as the wind began to blow.
Into the pail the sticky sap dripped
and was carried away by the farmer to sell.