The Swan of Magness

by Neville G. Martin

O'l fog is rollin across Magness in the early morn, like slow syrup on a hot pancake.

It won't be long before the Swan join the Canadians for a winter rest near Wilburn.

Far away from the deep snow, ice and sleet.

Started out with three as guest for the winter a decade or so ago.

Last year a lad of nine counted at least a hundred sixty three.

Takes a lot of deer corn to keep hungry Swan in vittles on Magness Lake.

Come see, some frosty morn soon, after your pancakes are consumed.

And don't forget the deer corn, as the hungry Swan are bout due for first landing.