Hush fog! You afternoon haze

Descending that far mountain shelf.

You hide fir trees from my sight!

Damn sweating sun!

Shall thee come near, oh night,

With moonbeam in the darkest phase?

I’d make some coffee for myself,

Caffeine canteen of sweet delight,

But that’s no fun

On a moonless Saturday night!

So, hush fog! We’ve stars to gaze.

Me and my sweet concrete elf,

He and his companion sprite,

Believe your pall is overdone.

We dock here for the starlight.