I woke up this morning

So cold was I

That I reached for the cedar

To give warmth to my eyes

So I grabbed down some alder

And burned up the wood

My steak did I cook

Up under the hood

So I figured to myself

Lets make a hot drink

And invite those on-lookers

For coffee and meat

Well right about now

It was just around lunch

And the people who gathered

Were oh quite a bunch

But no pie was there

So I continued to think

And thought of potatoes

Here by the street

And I passed out the plates

To the onlookers just so

And knife of type Swiss

Near a camouflage pole

Here in the wilderness

Alaska by name

Where the bears all wear coats

And the deer they complain

So I grabbed me some oak

Which I’d cut with my saw

And warm we did keep

Until the spring thaw

Cedar in the morning

for when it is cold

Pine for the coffee,

that tastes like pure gold

And last comes the hardwood

Black oak by name

For the freezing winter nights

So the locals won’t complain

For the joy that is produced

By fresh burning wood

Because what to burn when

Is now clearly understood