In Somerset each year we search 

So far and wide, from school to church 

Medallion, hidden with skill, 

Or so we thought! A bitter pill 

We swallow each sad summer when 

Within two weeks it's found again! 

Roll up your sleeves, this year won't be 

An easy find, so I decree! 

This first week, all that I will say 

Is you can find it in the Milky Way, 

Upon the third rock from a star, 

Are you following so far? 

On planet Earth is your best bet, 

In Wisconsin cast your net. 

More than that? Now don't get greedy. 

This year's hunt will not be speedy.

Would you like some hot pea soup?

A bowl of sticky greeny goop? 

Would you like it in a house?

Would you like it served by scouts?

Would you like some bits of ham?

Or would you rather mix in Spam?

Would you like it on a hill?

Careful so you do not spill!

Would you like it in a tree?

Would you like to share with me?

Would you like some bits of gravel?

Would you eat it when you travel?

If you like it, don’t delay!

Get some soup at Pea Soup Days!

None of these clues make much sense, 

 I hate these poems, they’re much too dense. 

 The first was really just a joke, 

 To throw you off or make you choke. 

 The medallion is of course on Earth, 

 It tells the truth for what it’s worth. 

 The second was like Doctor Seuss, 

 This clue writer’s a silly goose. 

 But certain words are useful still, 

 Notice gravel, trees, and hill. 

 The third clue was the strangest yet, 

 Some metaphor to make you sweat. 

 What flying saucers might you find 

 In the last letter of each line? 

 And now we come to number four, 

 So get your shoes and out the door! 

 Get into nature, look around 

 At what great structures can be found.