Drifting silently, the fog wafted in
By the awesome power, of the man-made wind
It came in swift, it came in strong
It was hard to see beyond three feet long
A shuffle was heard, but nothing was seen
Save for that white mist that hid the scene
It made my eyes water, my throat made a start
It reminded me of the time someone ripped cheese apart
I knew there was silence when those torches came in
Bringing light to the darkness within
I could sit by the lake, I could take a morning jog
But nothing has ever been worse than that St. Stephen's Fog