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Lyrics:

Up in th’ muntains, whaur th’ cauld winds blaw,

Lies a land whaur th’ snaw ne’er gaes awa’.

Beavers an’ sloths, they gather sae braw,

Each wi’ their ain gait, nane richt nor wrang.

Th’ beavers are swif’, they charge doon th’ brae,

Wi’ tails flickin’ quick, chasin’ th’ fray.

Th’ sloths are sae canny, takin’ their time,

Slidin’ alang, ne’er keen tae climb.

Th’ snaw it creaks aneath their feet,

As beaver an’ sloth baith find their seat.

One flees afore, th’ ither gaes slow,

Yet baith ken joy in th’ way they go.

Th’ beavers weave fast ‘tween trunk an’ limb,

While th’ sloths tak’ in th’ world sae dim.

Each ane moves as suits them best,

Paths may part, but ne’er detest.

Th’ sun sinks low, th’ nicht grows chill,

Yet ne’er dae beaver nor sloth sit still.

Through glimmerin’ stars they tak’ their ride,

A hush o’ kinship, side by side.

Th’ snaw it creaks aneath their feet,

As beaver an’ sloth baith find their seat.

One flees afore, th’ ither gaes slow,

Yet baith ken joy in th’ way they go.

O’er frozen braes they carve their mark,

Neath quiet skies sae deep an’ dark.

Th’ beavers rush nae, th’ sloths ne’er care,

Taegether they glide, wi’ nary a scare.

Th’ snaw it creaks aneath their feet,

As beaver an’ sloth baith find their seat.

One flees afore, th’ ither gaes slow,

Yet baith ken joy in th’ way they go.

Th’ muntain rings wi’ th’ sound o’ skis,

Beavers an’ sloths movin’ at ease.

Nae need for words, nae need for haste,

They find their ain pace, ‘mang snaw an’ waste.