Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
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.
- Service goes out with a refrain, repeating the first eight lines of the poem. It gives the whole thing a nice balance, and lets us leave on a high note.
- With the joke still sinking in, he wraps up the poem, and now we know that the cremation of Sam McGee really must be the "queerest" thing that ever happened under the Northern Lights.