With an apology to Robert W. Service:
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Muskoka:
When to a Watt with a wondering eye did appear
The midnight sun?
Sam McGee, you ain't seen nothin' !