MIRACLE ON 94TH STREET

In the rain and churning sleet,

I walked and walked until I was beat,

Then, a miracle on 94th Street,

A little diner where I could eat,

It was the most uncomfortable seat,

By a window, there was no heat,

Soon, fully frozen were my feet,

Next, I froze to death with no establishment greet,

I was cremated, a nice warm treat,

They spread my ashes in a field of wheat.