| toki. today's (2025-07-29) been a better day (tan telo wawa) la i pali-ed e a website a. wile la o lukin pona :)
| (anything yellow is clickable)
| There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold
| The arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold
| The northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see
| Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge I cremated Sam McGee
| Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows
| Why he left his home in the South to roam round the Pole, God only knows
| He was always cold, but this land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell
| Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in Hell
| One Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
| Talk of your cold; through the parka's fold, it stabbed like a driven nail
| When our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze, 'til sometimes we couldn't see
| It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee
| And that very night as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow