Where hot springs flow from long ago
Where mountain trees did younger grow
A Sasquatch soaked in water hot
And all his problems there forgot
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But then one day his world would change
His dear ol’ Rocky Mountain range
Banff National Park, the first to be
Now tourists flocked for all to see
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Up Sulphur Mountain Sasquatch climbed
His favourite hot pool left behind
He at the top made cave of snow
And cried alone in moonlight’s glow
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From high above he got to scheming
He’ll go back down while Banff was dreaming
So, down below he’d go at night
And back up top by morning light
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Where hot springs flow from long ago
Where mountain trees now older grow
A Sasquatch soaks in water hot
With one eye open, lest he be caught
