I walked the earth in ages past, through eras far too old to last. Some wore feathers, some wore scales, now I survive in bones and tales.

I wear a blanket cold and white, Where trees refuse to grow upright. Caribou wander, foxes play, And summer lasts but a short lived stay.

A simple sprout on quiet ground, with threefold leaves that’s often found. Yet rare I turn with one leaf more, and bring the luck you’re searching for.

My first is a hunter that stalks on four paws, My second means family, bound by no laws.Put us together, And though I sound like a breed, I’m just a soft bloom on a branch, not a steed.

I roll big balls of dung, songs of me are rarely sung. I can be bright and shiny, or horned, or tiny.