The smell of sweet maple syrup I remember living there and the riding the horse with stirrup All the furniture was made out of wood The log Cabin had plenty of trees of Sherwood Down the way was Joseph the Lumber Jack He had muscles that were well stacked Joseph could cut down some trees In fact, our Log Cabin was built and it was a breeze Yet that Log Cabin is what I called home It was a place where I used to roam There was an Sun roof we called the βDomeβ But I will leave that alone Oh that Log Cabin takes me back I have a clear memory of it like piles in a stack I remember a little stream that ran behind This whole memory is all mine Log Cabin, thanks for showing up in my mind, I will visit again from time to time.