Someday, mother, I'll go North

I'll get me a pair

Of snowshoes

And skis

And that's the last

You'll see of me

I'll tell you what I'll do

When I get there

('Course I'll get there)

Do you think I'll run

Under that chilly

Midnight Sun?

Or maybe I'll just

Dig a tunnel

To Timbuktu

Or build an icy igloo

Maybe I'll find me

An Eskimo baby

Or a sled dog team

Perhaps I'll explore

And discover

A Northwest Pole

And be a Santa Claus

To the penguins?

Maybe I'll catch me

A Polar Bear

And skin it for my mother

Maybe I'll set sail on

An iceberg

And bring it home

To you

'Cause really, mother

Out of all the places to see

Home is really the best

Place to be.