Chris, Lord of the Fog ---------------------- One day I went And money spent On a big and fluffy dog The name I gave My K-9 knave Was "Chris, lord of the fog" I made him dance And sniff my plants For signs of weather change But never gleemed A prophesy He never forsaw rain But during a storm Ideas were born To make my dog a seer So in his dish I made a wish And poured all of my beer Now dance and wail He wags his tail 'Fore every weather tiff But after kegs Of lifted legs He soon became a stiff I burried Chris And sorely missed His wisdom for awhile A lush he was But not because He died without a smile