A lonely Mole came from a hole,
To catch a lunch of tender sole.
"O Sole Mio, so sang the Mole,
"I've Lost my Sole", he sang also.
The mole drank a drop of salty sloe,
And slowly downed his meal of sole.
"In Hell's Hotel, there lies a gal.
A little one for whom I fell.
On her pillow, on her bed,
I'm mad, tethered, weighted pledged,
Mind me not as I seek out a ledge.
I'll jump off, and float to sea.
One more Mole, to eternity."
Original version of "The Mole's Last Supper"
Illustration by E.H. Shepard.
