Autobiography

I DON’T LIKE TO WRITE 

ABOUT MYSELF

‘CAUSE SOMETIMES I FEEL 

LIKE AN ELF.

I WAS BORN UP IN OLD 

CROW

WHERE THE PORCUPINE 

RIVER FLOW.

I WAS RAISED BY MY 

DIDOO

AN’ I’M NOT EXACTLY NEW.

EVER SINCE I WAS LITTLE

I LEARNED TO PLAY MY 

FIDDLE.

I CAN PLAY LOTS OF TUNES

AND I ALSO DRAW CARTOONS.

I LIKE TO WRITE POETRY

AN’ THEY WROTE A SONG 

ABOUT ME.

I WENT TO RESIDENTIAL 

SCHOOL

BUT GOD MADE MY LIFE 

COOL

I LIKE TO RUN ON MY 

SNOWSHOES

‘CAUSE THAT’S HOW I CRUISE.

A 100 MILE WORLD RECORD 

I SET

I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S 

BROKEN YET.

AT THE OLD CROW AIRPORT 

I WORK

AND I TALK TO THE PILOT 

OF A HERC.

IN CANADIAN RANGERS I 

SALUTE

AN’ THEY GAVE ME A GUN TO 

SHOOT.

I CARRIED THE OLYMPIC 

TORCH

MY MOM CARRIED IT TO 

THE SCHOOL PORCH.

I LIKE IN MY CABIN MADE 

OF LOGS

AND I ALWAYS HAVE HUSKY 

DOGS.