Reading this, the main thing that pops to mind...

'Look at the Yukon,
With its' bloody big forests
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well lost
Let's have some lager,
then shoot at some bloody caribou,
And always remember because you live here,
There's nothing else for you to do..."


M
(Not in or from Canada, but dear gods - never give an ex-Canadian beer and talk to him about his home. Makes you wonder why anyone lives north of the 'strip' anyway...)