He rode through the woods on a big blue ox, He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,
Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall ... that’s Paul.
Talk about workin’, when he swung his axe
You could hear it ring for a mile and a half.
Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall ... for Paul.
(author unknown)
We are back from a few days up in Paul Bunyan territory. It was a nice change of scenery...
woods and frozen lakes but I think I would have rather had warm sandy beaches.
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I always love that story of Paul Bunyan and his big blue ox!!
Wish I had that book to share with my grandkids ~~ will have to look for it.
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