“St. 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 St. Christopher,
As well as we could ascertain,
Was sunk head-first to his tiny feet
Within the hapless owner’s brain.
Yet though this scene’s is very sad —
The owner now within his crypt —
Be glad! A miracle’s occurred!
That statue wasn’t even chipped!