To catch a lunch of tender sole.
"I've Lost my Sole", so sang the Mole,
And held up high his fishing pole.
He drank a drop of salty sloe,
"O Sole Mio", he sang also.
Then set a fire with lumps of coal,
And slowly downed his meal of sole.
"In Hell's Hotel, there lies a gal.
A little mole for whom I fell.
On her pillow, upon her bed,
I'm madly tethered, fated pledged!
"Mind me not, as I seek a ledge.
I'll blindly jump, and float to sea.
One more Mole, to eternity."
