Little brothers of the woods You're nobody's fool No I can't keep goin' if I can't catch you I need a muskrat, a mink I need a beaver too No I can't keep goin' if I can't catch you Got another twenty miles Before the sun don't shine Got to see who's been callin' On my trap line He's gonna go quick 'Cause I set a good snare Just like my papa and my grand pere Way before the cities Way before the towns We was a travellin' the trapline grounds When the Frenchman came up To the Indian For the fox and the mink And the beaver skin Ionly take what I need I don't take no more The woods ain't a shelf In a grocery store I only take what I need Because come the spring I want to see the beaver pups In the ponds again