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.
