That’s a pretty tune. Heard it before.
Better not be late – they won’t be.
Did you catch the haze on that moon?
I’m a lucky man. I guess that’s true.
Everybody tells me, so I should know.
Tell yourself such things and you will not get bored.
How about that last dream – “The Winding Mole.”
Had to track it along to where it would go.
Tunneling through a rolling tube…had to watch for holes.
When we reached the center crease,
there it paused and briskly turned about,
told me that we had to roll that long tube out.
Problem with that was, as we flattened it,
often it rolled back upon our tails.
At long last, there was a script to read. Had to stand a little way off:
Where’s the ladder? Where’s the pole?
Did you bring this? Did you leave that?
Did you think about it, bozo?
Where’s the powder? Where’s the keg?
Talking to you, my man.
Are you following a master plan?
Lay the riddle down and wind through this roll.
There’s a fanfare at the end of the scroll.
Funny, just recalled it…this thing I’ve kept.
Mother gave it to me a long time ago.
Guess I’ll toss it along the road – no use for it now.
Seems, though, to have disappeared…
must have dropped it somewhere in the dream.
What was written further down the lines of that scroll?
Where’s the exit? Where’s the bell?
Will they hang you? Will they shoot you?
Have you trained up to it, fellow?
Who’s your master? Who’s your slave?
Talking to you, my friend.
Are you asking for a hundred grand?
Pull your motor out and follow this mole.
See the anxious crowd at the end of this hole.
Where’s the ladder? Where’s the pole?
Did you bring this? Did you leave that?
Did you think about it, bozo?
Where’s the powder? Where’s the keg?
Talking to you, my man.
Are you following a master plan?
Lay the riddle down and wind through this roll.
There’s a fanfare at the end of the scroll.
Pull your motor out and follow this mole.
See the gathered crowd at the end of this hole.
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