When it’s springtime in Saskatchewan,
And the gentle breezes blow
About seventy miles an hour
And it’s fifty-two below.
You can tell you’re in Saskatchewan
’cause the snow’s up to your butt
And you take a breath of springtime air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Saskatchewan
My feet are frozen to the ground!
Swimming in the Dead Sea