“Saint Chris’s statue on my dash
Will surely keep me safe,” he said,
But then one day he struck a pole
And hit the dashboard with his head.
Oh, woe! Six-inch Saint Christopher,
As well as we could ascertain,
Was sunk headfirst to his tiny feet
With the hapless owner’s brain.
Yet though this scene’s exceedingly sad
(The owner now within his crypt),
Be glad! A miracle has occurred!
That statue wasn’t even chipped!