It was early morning on Father’s day

Master was in high gear

He was firing up the smoker

And thinking about some beer

We muttlies bought him “Blue Moon”

To guide him through his day

Of smoking up a full size ham

Beer wages was his pay

The ham smoke started wafting in

It wasn’t half past noon

We noticed that the fridge door opened

It was the first phase of the Blue Moon

Then he fired up the kitchen stove

For sausage marinara sauce

Our noses were tested on two fronts

We knew why our master was boss

He sat himself down on the back porch

And strummed our house a tune

We were all now well on our way

To the second phase of the Blue moon

And then he got some phone calls

On this happy Father’s day in June

And the ham just kept smoking away

For the third phase of the Blue moon

Then came Tiger baseball

Where they actually beat Milwaukee

The Moon’s fourth phase was clearly stirred

He was feeling unusually cocky

So he boiled up some sweet corn

And tossed a few salad greens

Then carved off juicy ham slices

For our Father’s day cuisine

The Moon’s phase numbered five

And doggies got a treat

He became a bit less vigilant

And forgot to cover the meat

We really like our master’s ham

It ranks high among our picks

And he really made it easy

When the Moon’s phase got to six

And then he watched the US Open

While Mudder did the dishes

We can think of nothing more

That would exceed our wildest wishes

He nodded off after a hard day’s work

Toiling through his cooking mazes

We only ask did our astronomy fail us

We thought the moon has only four phases

Love, Weter and Pork Pie