2012 Little Canada Canadian Days Treasure Hunt

Greetings you seekers of treasure so fine
Eagerly reading each clue line by line;
You will go where you go and do what you do
To be a bit richer after you’re through.

Spit-shined old cars, a dance in the park
Corn-on-the cob, a medallion hunt lark;
Putting forward your foot, the one that’s the best
Serves well the one who shall conquer this test.

A button designed by student so clever
A corn feed that’s always more fun than ever,
A festival approaching at breakneck speeds
And something worth noting about the weeds.

Just when one wonders for whom the bell tolls
Hoping rest well those unforgotten souls,
You undoubtedly know whereof we speak
And slowly draw nearer to that which you seek.

One could consider where once was a tire
Or maybe once dwelled those brave men of fire;
Like Wiley Coyote and his bag of tricks
Good fortune befalls him for whom the clue sticks

Water will rush to the deepest of holes,
A slick reminder to keep eyes on the goals;
Landscaped or concreted slopes are so nice
And lead you on to where each year there lays ice