INTRODUCTION
The local Flock from down the block
Heard the announcement of
Summertime leisure sans hidden treasure
And decided to spread the love...

"Let's present our own event,
So hunters get their fill—
We'll share the bread," the mallard said,
"And put it all on our bill!"

Flocking together with TC Treasure,
Our Duckie was deployed
In a hidden perch for a substitute search
To fill the treasure hunt void!

So pull up your britches for Richfield Riches;
Head out and hit the bricks—
And get a clue for the red, white, and blue
At Ten, Noon, Two, Four and Six!

CLUE #1
It's a beautiful day in the U.S. of A.
So neighbors, lend us your ears
And celebrate these United States—
Two-hundred forty-nine years!

Rising with pennants of Independence,
Our determined Duckie swam
And set up a game to honor the name
Of good old Uncle Sam!

CLUE #2
Making a dash to cause a big splash—
The perfect pad for our Duckie—
Under maintenance? Goodness gracious!
Our little Sam was unlucky...

So without dawdle, off he did waddle,
Bounding a hasty retreat—
A canard, a crusade—for a spot in the shade;
Somewhere to beat the heat!

CLUE #3
Seizing the day in a roundabout way,
Sam sought the shade of a tree—
And so he did wade along with the parade,
Pursuing the ways of the free!

To find and farm our lucky charm,
Search through City streets;
Keep it local, with frontiers focal—
And knock the mud from your cleats!

CLUE #4
A portly president—truth self-evident—
Reached for his rubber duck,
When—rub-a-dub-dub—he fell in the tub,
And that's where he got stuck!

But Sam, our Duckie—playful and plucky—
Kept his eye on the ball;
He swung with a QUACK!—flying back, back, back...
Up over the center field wall!

CLUE #5
It must have been lonely, being the only
Elected-appointed official,
But Big Bill Taft was unique in his craft,
Executive and judicial.

The statesman's park is home to the mark
Of our tiny Uncle Sam;
A diamond encoded with bases loaded—
Knock out a grand slam!

Look for the loot—low-hanging fruit—
In the forest over the fence
To find our lucky rubber Duckie
For fifteen-thousand cents!

Peel your eyes to spot the prize
By the border of the brake—
In limbs of green, midway between
The outfield and the lake!