I’d always rather a sunny day,
but there’s a certain something to fog.
The way it wraps around the trees,
when out for a walk with the dog.
Shapes it makes as it moves along,
I sometimes see figures with faces.
The fog and me, we get along okay,
I can put up with it in most places.
But when it comes in from the sea,
as a sea mist that is most sudden.
I’m furious as it’s spoiling my day,
it really does push all my buttons.
Far out on the horizon it moves,
in just moments it’s on the shore.
A foggy day at the seaside’s not on,
it had better not come anymore.