THE CREMATION OF SAM McGEE
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I
looked at my frozen chum; Then " Here," said I, with a sudden cry, " is
my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I
lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I
heaped the fuel higher i The flames just soared, and the furnace roared
— such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and
I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him
sizzle so; And  the   heavens   scowled,   and  the  huskies
howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my
cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went
streaking down the sky. 65