There's always the hilarious "SASKATCHEWAN THE LAND OF SNOW"

To the tune of BEULAH LAND.

Saskatchewan, the land of snow
Where winds are always on the blow.
Sit at home with frozen toes
And why we stay here no one knows.

CHORUS: Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan,
There's no place like Saskatchewan.
We sit and gaze across the plains
And wonder why it never rains.
And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound,
And says the rain she's gone around.

Our pigs are dying on their feet.
Our horses have no feed to eat.
Our hens are old they lay no eggs.
Our cows they eat grasshopper legs. CHORUS

But still we love Saskatchewan.
We're proud to be her native ones.
We count our blessings drop by drop.
Next year we'll have a bumper crop.


This is a depression song--and kinda depressing it is.