There were sheds made of tin

And they were neat and clean

Apart and away

Stood alone

A shabby junk

Pealing off

It's untidy skin

A raised door

And a mud floor

Here and there

Were ant hills

And in tandem

Were six leggers

With a lean cane

Beating the floor

Was an old lady

I said,No don't....'Scatter the ants'

They are on their way

Yet she beat them

And there rose

A saw toothed tail

From a fairy ring

It was tail tapered

Grey and blue.....It’s my belief that heritage

And usury are wrong;

That each should win a worthy wage

And sing an honest song ....

Not one like this — for though I rue

The wrong of life, I flout it.

Alas! I’m not prepared to do

A goddam thing about it.

Robert Service of Lankashire later lived for some time Dawson City Yukon