Soup in the Woods

On a snowy day

When I was fifteen

My dad held a can of soup



I walked out the door

And the snow was drifting

Covering the front porch stoop



Couldn't go to school

'cause the roads were closed

But couldn't feel my nose or nine of my toes

So my dad said 'gather the troops

'cause we're goin' to woods

And we're gonna cook some soup'



Found my brother and my cousins and a pot and spoon

Got on the walkie talkie with my best friends

Said, 'meet you at the forest soon.'



Gathered our sleds and tied 'em with the rope

Hitched 'em to the snow mobile

It was really dope

My dad pulled us to the woods to cook some soup



Got out the matches, collected some branches

Started a fire like so *blowing air?*

Took out the pot, held it over the fire

And we filled it with some snow



Well the snow turned to water

The water to boil

It wasn't much of a gamble



The last thing to do was open the can

And slowly we added the Campbell's

And we stirred, stirred, stirred

And my cousin said 'why are we doin' this?

When we have a stove at home?'



My dad replied, 'Take a look around you

It's a memory to own.'



And we stirred, stirred, stirred

And the snow was falling down

And we stirred, stirred, stirred

You could hardly hear a sound



Alphabet soup in the snowy forest

I spelled out my name

My brother and my cousins and my dad

Sitting around a tiny flame

Then the fire burned out, and we hopped on our sleds



A day in the woods, but it was time for bed



So my dad took us from the woods where we cooked some soup



And still on occasion, I like to cook soup

Although I use the stove

And just as I'm stirring

I think of the forest

And remember that day in the snow