An unearthly fog rolls into a small coastal town sitting below the mountain at exactly 3am.
What was in the fog I do not know, it seemed so uneartly with its bg red eyes.
Was it Blake I said to the wife, who just froze at what I said
or could it have been the brake lights of the car coming in across the road
That we will never know, as we were so bloody tired at 3am
The fog has lifted now and once again its safe to go outside
To what looks like its shaping up to be a nice day
A day we are to tired to enjoy
All because our little cherub did not want to sleep!