Eight full and hearty posts ahead
We knew the answer lay
And we mushed ahead in the frozen dark,
To reach that next of Kay.
The ice had taken another dog,
And wrecked another sled,
So we loaded up the dog cart
With the Saint Bernard at head.

We knew we'd look a sorry sight
If we ever reached the day
But in the dark, we felt okay
Driving hard for the next of Kay.