Headed north from the CYQT sea, all my bush planes in the shop...
This tractor without skis, is packed plumb full of wobbly pop...
I looked here, I looked there, no cabin to be found...
Where could that flying trucker be, amongst this frozen ground?
Well if ya see that good ol' boy, I found a place to drop...
Those sixteen cases of JD are where the X marks the spot.
(apologies to poets everywhere!!!)
This tractor without skis, is packed plumb full of wobbly pop...
I looked here, I looked there, no cabin to be found...
Where could that flying trucker be, amongst this frozen ground?
Well if ya see that good ol' boy, I found a place to drop...
Those sixteen cases of JD are where the X marks the spot.
(apologies to poets everywhere!!!)



