ROFL - it's good to know we all share some common childhood stories!

There

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death as I hurried horror driven.
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given.
It was lashed to the sleigh and it seemed to say, “you may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”

From the Cremation of Sam McGee