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It was mid-October, several years ago
In some little town in South Dakota, can't remember the name
An hour before sun down, still some day light
I was filling the truck with fuel, getting ready to go
All of a sudden, the sky turned black as they came
Must have been a lake near by as the started their flight

I was hauling a load of horses back east somewhere
Never saw any Canadian Geese that close before
They were like fighter jets getting ready for their flight that night
I just stood there looking with a dumb stare
Starting forming a big circle, seemed like more and more
I knew that they were getting ready for their way out of sight

An old farmer told me, "They have been at the lake since yesterday"
"Resting up for the next leg of their southerly  migration"
And now they were starting to form a perfect V
The leader was honking the loudest, as they made their way
So primitive, yet so precise, their natural navigation
To me it was a great sight to see

Who knows, maybe they would spend the winter in Old Mexico
Whatever Canadian Geese do when not in snow and ice
I got back in the truck and headed for North Dakota
The sight of those geese stayed with me that night until I hit Fargo
What a wonderful sight, that sure was nice
I am glad that I stopped in that little town in South Dakota

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