That's a pretty compelling theory, Amos, but I think the above poem was written by an American...as far as I know. So take off, eh! You flippin' hoser! I shall respond with a poem freshly composed this very eve by mois in defence of the Great White North.

Where Men of Iron Are Bold (by Little Hawk)

All hail the Savage Northern Waste!
Where Men of Iron are bold
Where muskeg rules and snowdrift chaste
Doth glister in the cold

No man shall penetrate its vast
Compelling mystery
With vagrant sigh on shivered mast
Like scarecrow dangleth he

Yea in these vales, on icen trails
The eskimo doth rule
The bittern bites, there white on white
Whereon the sled dog drools

The wolfen howl its shiver sends
The northern lights regale
The wandering soul uneasy bends
Upon the blustering trail

And here and there some vague repose
Emblazoned in the mass
Attests to frozen, reddened nose
Now still and hard as glass

For none but bravest pass this way
Upon these frozen fields
And them now silent speak their lay
As finally they yield

Yes! Hail the Savage Northern Waste!
Where Men of Iron are bold
Where muskeg rules and snowdrift chaste
Doth glister in the cold