CANADIAN FIRES AND I''M MISSING THE FAIR

Horrible air, just about everywhere,

It comes from Canada, it's like breathing hair,

If the lungs get more filled, 

I'm afraid I am killed,

I doubt that I make it to the Fall Harvest Fair.

BROTHER DOUG DID IT

I had no nails to nail my tree house boards,

So I tied them to branches with electric cords,

Then my brother Dog

Found an electrical plug,

The city is where the fire rages towards.