It is somewhat in the vein of "Sourdough" Service, the Yukon bard.
I bought a copy of the "Nugget" and went into the Sourdough Restaurant to read it.
So excuse the errors of a sourdough, keep track of me I want to talk to you later.
You're a sourdough, all right, I knew that the minute I saw you.
On the northeastern slope, on the shoulders of Sourdough Mountains.