GLACIER PARK by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON

At last we've reached the famous place
Where panthers pant and glaciers glace;

Where clouds float low and fish jump high,
And icy summits pierce the sky;

Where icebergs in a lakelet float,
Where a boy's a boy, and a kid's a goat;

Where deer and "dears" play on the rocks,
And the latter wear bisected frocks;

Where the bighorn plays his sheepish tricks,
And moose are not in politics;

Where avalanches crack and creak,
And Satan slides on "Heaven's Peak";

Where hell and heaven both are near,
Where grub and greenbacks disappear;

Where the tipsy tip the bottle,
And the ladies tip the guide;
And the packload tips the pony,
Till he tumbles down the slide.

Where a hotel is a "chalet,"
And a tourist is a "dude";
Where the porcupine pines
When the tenderfeet intrude.

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