Come one and all to McGroarty Park,
In search of the Inver Grove treasure—
Follow the path to our cryptogram ark;
Discover the Seekers’ pleasure.
Along the lake, west of 52—
The coin wears a camouflage cloak;
Trace the root of our hullabaloo
To the base of a crumbling oak.
In a pile of bark, rummage around;
Poke through the wood for the puck—
What once was lost will soon be found;
To all hunters, best of luck!