Why, Mole...it's grand to see you here!
I've thought of you in recent days.
Our Earth's revolved half-dozen year.
You cannot say it's been a cheery
phase!
But none of that. Come in, sit down!
Enjoy this little plate of cheese.
It's great to see that happy frown
that tells me why you've come to town.
My mind agrees!
In fact, it's true, I'm much relieved.
Not knowing when I'd see you next,
my chest in parting rather heaved.
I mourned two Christmases, aggrieved
we'd cast our final text.
But Art is everlasting, Mole.
(I don't recall the ancient sage
who made this claim his very goal.)
We die our death, Art claims our soul.
There's never less than one more page.
However, Mole, that epic trip
was at a cost of much fatigue.
You know...I see it on your lip.
Let's set a shorter, slower clip
ere venturing to chronicle intrigue.