I thought for years that this tale of the frigid North, this Saga of the frozen wastes of the Yukon, was in fact written by the great R.C.Sherriff, but according to his own words, "Fuck No!" Which leaves me dumbfounded as to who actually wrote it. I first read this epic poem in the paper hanging on a hook in an outhouse, in lieu of a more delicate wipe, possibly by Mr. Whipple. Sad to say, no. I believe that there are some stanzas missing, for who could fail to remember those woderfully inspiring lines, and here I quote from memory, "Have you ever seen the pistons of a Giant CPR? Then you 'll forever know what fucking Pistons are ..."
This takes its place with other Poetic Gems such as "The Ballad of Deadeye Dick."
I suggest that you save this for Eternity, so you can Stand Tall and recite these Immortal Words at the next Boy Scouts Jamboree. Enjoy. p.s., Or a Girl Guides Meeting. So, I leave you with this Motto, "Boy Scouts, Girl Guides."