Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Mole



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.

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