There’s no place like Saskatchewan!
We sit and gaze across the plains,
And wonder why it never rains,
And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound,
He says, “The rain, she’s gone around.”
Saskatchewan, the land of snow,
Where winds are always on the blow,
And people sit with frozen toes,
And why we stay here, no-one knows.
Our pigs are dying on their feet,
Because they have no food to eat,
Our horses, though of bronco race,
Starvation stares them in the face.
The milk from cows has ceased to flow,
We had to ship ’em east, you know,
Our hens are old, they lay no eggs,
Our turkeys eat grasshopper legs.
But still we love Saskatchewan,
We’re proud to say we’re natives ones,
So count your blessings, drop by drop,
Next year we’ll have a bumper crop!