Well, I like the fog, the mystery mist
    When the clouds tangle low 'round the trees with a twist
    When everything's quiet, soft as the air
    Curled in the grass, like grandfather's hair   
    Well I'm wide awake, but it feels like a dream
    Like the whole world is covered in low-fat whipped cream
    Where does it come from, nobody knows
    But I'm playing hide and seek with ends of my toes   
    What's that thing over there by the tree
    I know it's not you and I know it's not me
    Maybe it's a lion or a giant hedge hog!
    Nope, it's just a bush with a coat made of fog   
    It feels so close, and yet it's so far
    I want to reach out and touch it, take it home in a jar
    I'd bring it to school, and I'd show it to all the kids
    I'd say, "This is my fog. Don't open the lid!"   
    Well, that would be fun, and it makes me remember
    How I like the fog of a cool November
    When everything's quiet, soft as the air
    Curled in the grass like grandfather's hair.
Fog- Tom Knight