The midnight sun shines like a piece of art,

here in our city with the Golden Heart. 

Along the way you’ll hear the sled dogs whine,

And the gold pans clinking at the Mine.

Travel your way through the trusty Yukon,

A path many prospectors counted on.

Although sometimes the journey can be hectic,

Our city will remain a safe haven in the Arctic.

The treasure you seek is west of the poles,

Discover the 3 who can hear the bell toll.

ET Barnette is a figure long gone,

Just poke near the river next to Doyon.

Flap here, flap there, it seems like they are everywhere.

Tall and graceful, short and keen,

these feathered friends take anything with a gleam.

As you poke and plunder,

they’ll stare at you with pure wonder.

Don’t be absurd, look around and you’ll find this bird.

The ones that watch over the poke are seen but unheard.

Come hear a brief tale about 3 old friends.

They live all together where the river bends.

St. Matthew & George across the Chena Stare,

while Williams gazes back to toward the stairs to nowhere.

Follow salmon and geese to the cabin so old.

Head away from the elk and get to the gold.

Everywhere you look it’s like reading a gold rush book,
Fairbanks history is everywhere you look!

The town is alive with music and art,
look downtown if you have yet to start.
Our local artists can’t be stopped,
And their work cannot be topped.

Walls, drains, and steam vents, oh my!
Don’t let one of these clues fly by!