1970 Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt

Winter brings Carnival pleasure.
The County has hidden a treasure.
The search to begin,
With a laugh and a grin
And a spirit of fun in good measure.

There's a snowmobile we could call Merk.
On public property it safely will perk.
If we ride by the rules
All destruction it cools;
And we find much more pleasure than work.

With road signs and a hockey rink,
Many houses of red, green, and pink.
For the problem of pollution
There seems no quick solution;
Unless answers at school form a link.

Get down to the nitty gritty.
No feel of defeat or self pity.
Enough height and space,
Makes the view worth the pace.
Hurrah for our beautiful City.

There was a young sportsman named Kapp.
He was much more hero than sap.
In football he rates.
He skis and he skates.
On a merry-go-round takes his nap.

There was a young chemist named Pane.
His laboratory had hundreds of the same.
He was greatly impressed,
When he often confessed
The place where he worked had wide fame.

A tricky old man called Chris Kringle
Can't prove he is married or single.
He may pull on his lap
Any doll he can trap.
His secrets would keep all a tingle.

A woman was lazy and fat. 
She looked for some sun where she sat.
But if she moved slow
Found that when she did go
These same rays, they were warming her cat.

A girl from the East was called fickle.
She was skinny like an icicle.
She appeared to be cold,
But her tactics were bold
She at times puckered up like a pickle.

A song flows gently and sweet.
On a road with a swing of a beat.
Familiar old strains,
Soothing rock and roll pains,
When the higher and lower tones meet.

There once was a knight and a lady.
Mack was his name and hers Sadie.
They would picnic in the park.
They would frolic in the dark;
Gossips say this romance was quite shady.

Sir James was a man of sterling merit.
In battle he could hunt like a ferret.
Crossing river and creek,
Information did seek;
Could repeat his own code like a parrot

A sports field at Sterling and James
With goal posts for all football games.
Between posts midway,
On fifty yard line stay.
There a vise holds and our treasure frames.